Doo Rags

Lyrics

[Produced by Precision] [Intro] Uh [Verse 1] Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate That was an uncanny era, guns in my pants, yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade Homicidal feds on the blocks where I played b-ball That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or because? 'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil 'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats Watchin' niggas swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets The car show, 560's, chemical Afros Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee and Casanova Live chicks be, asses bustin' out of their clothes Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers peelin' their earlobes So where them years go? Where the Old Gold beers and cheers go? But now them shorties here though, so [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels, and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' their herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, one more time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels, and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' their herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right? [Verse 2] Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers In army boots, yellin', "Join the armed forces!" We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes There's still a lot of nigga crawlin' in the corporate offices War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us They won't be servin' the beast too long The murderers wearin' police uniforms, Confederate flags I burn Beat Street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose And Peachtree, Atlanta crackheads was tootin' their nose In frozen corners of Chicago, loaded-up llamas Children with fo'-fo's and double-revolvers We devil incarnates headed for jail Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed Your paper money was the death of Christ And all these shorties comin' up, just resurrect your life It's like a cycle [Chorus] Yo, the doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' their herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, one more time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin' (What?), or puffin' their herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right? [Verse 3] Niggas used to wear rags on their hair when it was fried up That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair products Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin' 'Til awareness started penetratin' The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor Just to prove we some creative niggas Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work And you get nothin' without struggle and hard work War is necessary to my niggas in chains From Green to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves Take one step toward him, He takes two toward you Even when all else fail, God support you I done it, got "God's Son" on my stomach My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and gettin' blunted Do your body right and it loves you back You only get one life, and yo, because of that I'm still blazin', goin' out for the cause Still rockin' stockin' caps, not for the waves, obeyin' no laws And it's like that [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' their herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, one more time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels, and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' their herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right?