Think No Letra

[group]From the East to the South to the West to the NorthCome on Al' Tariq, go off, a go off![Al' Tariq]A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'allSo unique y'all, Al' Tariq y'allI dusted off the fo'-fo' chrome, threw my Nike hat on the domePlus pack the celly phone, left out my home aloneto roam these wicked streets in the U.S. of A.See no matter where you at, motherfuckin crime paybut not my way, put them days of slingin behind meNow I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find meand that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeperSo I can keep a, eye on my mida midaNow, loaded up my shit in this van, to tour AmericaI'm out to get this cheese and to see, every areaof every city, every corner and back streetThought shit would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREETWrong impression, from the beginnin, we get to sinninAll up and down the East coast yo, we bangin womenThe Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckinGot chickens suckin, raw dog we steady fuckinBut out luck in this game runs out through the CarolinasDeep in the woods, niggaz lickin off behind usGlad they didn't find us, glad we didn't get tackledThought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple, what?Chorus: Al' and peeps{Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shotsEverywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussinThe shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now{All around the world they sling rocks and lick shotsEverywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussinThe shit is all the same {* echoes *}[Al' Tariq]Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in 'ouisianaA thick ass and shit, but she sleep with PeaseyannaB.E. and Anna, and every other hoe, what is it?So we made our visit short, blew like a blizzardWe on our way now, OK now we headedto good ol' Tex' and all gun shit get deadedCause down here, niggaz don't fear a good ol' shoot-em-upThey love to suit em up, so don't try to thirty-two em upEven my big fo'-fo' don't scare no mo'I hear gunshots, son son hit the flo'I get my dough, I'm out, did my show, I scoutfor some hoe-ass, I need some mo' ass on my routeNo doubt, avoidin hexs, floatin through TexasStackin them checkses, gets me, a beamin LexusNow next is the state of Cali-forn-I-AMy word is bond-I-A to Cali-forn-I-ABut I represent the Q and you knew, whole heartedthat I'd be troopin through with crew so don't get startedor get smarted, by the certified black sheepAl' Tariq, now let's troop West to East, causeChorus: Al' and peeps{All around the world they sling rocks and lick shotsEverywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussinThe shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now{Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots}All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots} THINK NOT?Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussinThe shit is all the same {* echoes *}[Al' Tariq]Look, now peep the way we slid in to Coloradowhere my bravado, had em screamin cause I'm that machoThat top honcho, bangin bodies like I'm CamachoHittin notes like Pavarotti, cause this hottie, bang that bodySaw the shottie on this gang nigga, and he was focusedThen I spot his crew swarmin through like they was locusts? know this ain't his spot, so I, bag up the shortsUnloose my Eddie Bauer jeans, adjust my Polo SportsI got this jigga for some slicin but no, blastin materialJust wish I had that chrome fo'-fo', without the serialnumber, so I can give him slumberVaporize these niggaz holdin triggers yo I coulda put him underBut no time to wonder, it's gettin tight up in this pieceTook honey by her hand, to my van, so we headed EastNow is you with me? Or you gon' stay out here and freezewith all these motherfuckin trees and the snow up to your kneesSo what's your answer sister? Next stop, the Windy CityShe said, "Yeah I don't care, but 'Riq would you lick mykitty-kat?" Hon I can do that, hop in the vanBut before I ever can, yo you gotta see my manNow here we go go, to At-lan-taThrough with La-na, puffin lye, gettin highAlright? Chi-Town, we hit ground, we headed Southto the side, four corner hustlers is in the houseWoo woo woo woo, we kickin script, about our journeyMake shorty hit the road, got no dough for no attorneyPlus she didn't burn me, I guess I'm lucky this timeBut the next time I wind strictly dick and rubbers combinedChorus: Al' and peeps{Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shotsEverywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussinThe shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now{Yo now everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dotsAll around the world they sling rocks and lick shots} THINK NOT?Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussinThe shit is all the same, it's all the same nigga[Al' Tariq]All the same, in the same gameAll doin the same thing in the same gameNo matter where you at, that's where you atThat's all like that, it's on like thatCheck out this tune, the game stay all the sameKnowhatI'msayin? For the 90's baby, and foreverAl' Tariq, The Beatnuts, knahmsayin?The God Connection, we ain't playinUhhh, uh, uh uhh, uhhh, up in yo' sectionUp in yo' section, all the same it's all the sameBreak em off somethin, break em off somethinWork em off a lil somethinWhere you at nigga? No matter, no matterwhere you at, that's where you atIt's just like that..