PACEWON & MR. GREEN - Four Quarters lyrics
rate me(- Let me ask you a questionWhat color is this?- It's green- It's greenYou're blackI'm whiteand this is greenWhen making a business decision the only color that matters - is green)[ VERSE 1: Pacewon ]This is a journal entry and hip-hop blogPlayed over airwaves, seen over by GodA relevant expression rooted deep as the mobFor my people to use if they feelin the vibeNow, I'ma get to rappin, y'all screamLike you out here rootin for your favorite basketball teamLike you're Parrish, I'm Bird, you're Magic, I'm KareemLike you're Sam Cassell and I'm The Dream HakeemLike you're Kobe, I'm Shaq, you're Ginobili, I'm DuncanLike we goin for a re', let's get it jumpinLet's get it goin like back in the Felt ForumBack when Willis Reed came into the game scorinBack when Bill Bradley wasn't so darn borinBack with Phil Jackson, before he had JordanGoin like the coke that Scarface was snortinBangin like Billy Bob Thornton[ CHORUS 2X ]White collar, blue collar, I holler, you hollerLet's get together, four quarters make a dollarWe ain't gettin younger and the block is gettin hotterIt takes a whole community for us to raise a scholar[ VERSE 2: Pacewon ]Generic canned goods, free cheese and foodstampsPeople runnin the street like they at boot campPigs on patrol, hoes on the strollThe clockers outside on the block ain't wearin goldNah, they wearin beat up jeans and new NikeysShort-sleeve polo shirts and new white teesBoost mobile phones, also known as a chirpYou hear a ringtone play when the fiends want workBrothers gettin pinched, snitchin on each otherCops is like Lawrence Fishburne in Deep CoverActin like they not cops, but they are copsThey try to mingle with the crowd and they bar-hopSniffin for narcotics just like they the K-9sTroopers everywhere up and down the state lineTen-year old kids sellin crack in the daytimeThe hood could take your life but it won't take mine[ CHORUS 2X ]Yes yes y'all (Keep on)Yes yes y'all (Keep on)Yes yes y'all (Keep on)Yes yes y'all (Keep on)[ VERSE 3: Pacewon ]Benzes and Beamers, no more Laundromat, laundry goes to the cleanersNo more just settlin, now I'm pullin divas and skeezers In them wife-beater shirts with new sneakersThe ones that was blinded before, but now they see usThey wanna help me max out my Visas, come through and snack on some Cheez-It'sPour a glass of champagne, take some snapshotsEat a strawberry tart, use my laptopAnd my Discover card, shop from homeRoam naked through my crib while she talk on the phoneHold candle light dinners, 50-inch plasmasIn every room, you ain't even gotta ask, brahThe red carpet treatment, what else could you ask for?It's like fightin some dude that got a glass jawYou hit 'em in the chin and you winYour old life ends and your new one begins[ CHORUS 2X ]
