Spoon

Now, my ace-boon-poon was a young boy named Spoon
My crime partner from the block
He had served a bullet 'n a deuce
And now, they were cutting him loose from the joint
They called The Rock

We had hung out as kids
Serving alternate bids in various reform schools and jails
And he was like my kid brother
And we had helped one another
'Til he was busted for some stolen goods sales

When he finally came back on the scene, his wardrobe was lean
So, I bought him some vines of his own
And then we lit up some smoke, and snorted some coke
And I dug how the brother had grown

He was bigger and meaner
And his mind was more keener
And he had earned the rep' with his hands
Plus, he was eager to compete with the hustlers on the street
For my man had ambitious plans

I lent him a yard, and copped him a rod
A 38 blue steel piece
Then we split to the Café Black Rose
To party with some hoes
And for dinner, we ordered a feast