Prospect Park West Songtext
von Chuck Strangers

Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo

Flying down Prospect Park West, the spliff hitting my chest
Long dough, he look like Shenron
I transfer me some money I can spend on
M. Bison, I′m the boss
New standard set on courts, black until I'm hoarse or a corpse
Laid in the mausoleum, here lies the franchise
The keyholder of the enterprise who set aside pride to ride


I smile, I knew the sun would rise in time
Celebrate the grind
Bitches sit and whine, most the time they be men
Left with no instructions how to get it in
I got a million friends, I only trust ′bout four or five of 'em
To really speak in confidence or split some money up in private with
'Cause niggas do all kinda shit
If you ain′t privy how they divvy in the city

It′s eight million stories, most of 'em sad and boring
How I see I′m trying be, I'm knowing life is never one thing
I learn to see what it bring, and not to trust everything
I′m tryna smoke dope and let my angels sing

It was days I ain't have, I just had to sit still
On them days I ain′t have, niggas had to skip meals
It was days I ain't have, I could see who was real
On them days I ain't have, you could see us in the field, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It was days I ain′t have, I just had to sit still
On them days I ain′t have, niggas had to skip meals
It was days I ain't have, I could see who was real
On them days I ain′t have, you could see us in the field