4th Avenue Jones Monumental Continental Lyrics

Hiprocksoul Track Listing
  • 1 Dangerous
  • 2 Why
  • 3 Take Me Away
  • 4 Hiprocksoul
  • 5 Concentration
  • 6 U Rockin'
  • 7 Ro's
  • 8 Baltimore
  • 9 Caesar
  • 10 Monumental Continental
  • 11 Don't Talk No More
  • 12 Mr. Yayo
  • 13 Suga Daddy
  • 14 Chasin' a Dream
  • Look here I can’t afford to pause
    And I do not sleep
    Still buying all my drawz up at the Swap Meet
    I’m making lots of doe
    But funny how I’ma spend it
    I don’t need new clothes
    Just property with tenants
    And I don’t know no jokes
    I’m not about no play
    Love for all my folks who poor in South L.A.
    I’m from the slums of life
    Didn’t have a pot to put it
    That’s why I love this mic and how I got so good at
    Bussin’ all these flows and bussin’ all these tracks
    We gon’ get some gold get us some platinum plaques
    (I heard that)
    Money talk I stay fluent with
    Busters can’t ruin it
    Cause’ we straight doing it big

    (Chorus:)
    Big, huge, monumental
    Stretched out four door Continental
    Enough for me plus all my kin folk
    That’s how we rollin’ that’s how we roll (repeat)

    They love when I rhyme
    My flow is divine I ain’t the one ta’
    Get caught up in this jungle, sometimes it make me wonder
    How Wall Street all eat good and my hood hungers
    But we making it escaping these snakes like Anaconda
    Big, huge through paying our dues
    Now Avenue is taking over we ain’t playing with fools
    Or playing with crews
    You dudes must have got it confused
    Tena Jones paper chasing
    Mama need some new shoes
    We do it big

    (Chorus)

    To the homie Mod, Tena
    The lineage of Jones
    Known for sown seeds, don’t get it twisted we break bones
    Uproot from homes
    Take the cutest turn em’ into trolls and gnomes
    So far fetched, so far gone
    The very same blood through them and Grits of course it’s
    And since we share a spirit make sense combine the forces
    No time to sort our loses (they shooting’)
    We rhythmically inclined cataclysmically in time to be defined the bosses

    I got a Jones for a hit, so I’m swerving’ the block
    On 4th Ave cause’ I know they got them bricks that rock
    My boy MOD hit us off with some heat to speak on
    The average M.C. need weed to be gone
    Monumental life forms, who twice born
    And write poems in clubs making thugs throw forearms
    In the dirty, dirty
    Mid south, Tennessee,
    Nashville, Grits legendary spitters fo’sheez

    (Chorus)

    We all just wanna be loved I guess
    Yes, that’s why I stay until A.M. making’ hits that ought’ a be subbed
    Ought’ a be dubbed one of the best
    I’m ill, every D.J. who real should bang it
    This one ought’ a be clubbed
    Love when I’m rubbed the wrong way
    So some offend me
    Dismissed by many, my Christmas spent in the lab
    Pen and pad while they sip Cris’ and Henny
    I write these life lessons and spit just what’s in me
    Be big like Dikembe
    Here to Japan is what my plan is
    Put money right where my hand is
    Ghetto brothas who po’ can understand this
    And folks surviving’ off just bread and mayonnaise
    I be wondering who’s uncle Sam is
    Cause’ in South Central L.A. we barely can live
    I hand picked my squad only a few in it
    Label tried screwing it
    We survived doing it big

    (Chorus) Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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