Alfred & Church - SWIDT #312 - NZ Music Month

 See I'm riding round in the 312, hit 2 stages That's a $1.40, I was broke But my homie got it for me, see my brim low Roll calls on the window w/ the sand paper Seat backs get the vivid though Bandanna colored indigo round the homies neck 

 Checkin' those that don't show respect That's a routine Gettin' stocked, if your shoes clean That's a routine Everybody knew about it 

 Used to dress like I was Eazy-E Then I went harlem w/ dipset wit' it Up In Smoke Tour on DVD Onehunga on the chest, printed Old english for the text wit' it 

 Rat tails, high tops, chuck taylors, white socks Textin' broads w/ the brick phone Big walks, no lift home From the party that's a routine Having scraps on the way home From the party that's a routine 

 Used to be color conscious Nothin' is written like teleprompters Spotlight from helicopters Missionaries tryna sell a promise One on ones down at Bloodstrike B43 for the head shot! When I win it's middle fingers Suck It signs like I'm XPAC 

 This is Onehunga When there was Mee Wah's When there was Three Guys, not D-Mart uh School never taught no street smarts.... gentrification Had a royal upbringing A family van for a chariot Onehunga for a kingdom A styrofoam for a chalice A snapback for a crown A milk crate for a throne 

  ..... this is home...  

  I was riding round on the 312, I hit 2 stages That's a $1.40 and my homie broke So I got it for him, that's family House parties we raid the fridge Pantry, potato chips, milo, peanut brownies Dunkin' pringles in them flavored dips  

 Shuttle vans hit the curb Empty bottles leave the windows Neighborhood get disturbed By the Sound travellin' when the wind blows They try and erase you by any means Lights out, hit you in the dark Homie tuck the hammer in his jeans ...., that was Christmas in the Park 

 Guilty by affiliation Different colors want retaliation We just wanna get the digits so we Pull up on ya shorty with a calculator Maybe I could be a good addition Youngin, out here livin', hang the washing Mow the lawns, do the dishes I'ma catch hands if I never listened 

 Pro clubs inside out Air brushed with my favorite rapper Knife fights in counter strike Only time I dealt w/ a back stabber Place ya bets on the boy Desert eagle for the kill cam When I win its middle fingers Count my money like I'm killa cam 

 This is my territory My side of town rockin blue was mandatory Stoneyhunga, got the super powers (woo) This is ferguson after hours (woo) This is Felix street, where the projects Got feins lookin for a needle See me indicatin' tryna make a left Police think I'm runnin from a theft 

 This is my suburb with the chucks on the power lines Hangin' out Tell me what you so mad about Tell me what's this colored rag about Tell me what's the 3 letters that you taggin On somebody fence in black about Fresh Nike's they'll check you out Wrong place wrong time step you out 

 Where you from... 

   ..... this is home...