Groove

Hit a party on Fireside colors shown
Came in low-key but their covers blown
Ten of them rivals that come to question
All of a sudden I felt the tension
Someone put word out and spread the message
This is suspense if I ever meant it
In front of the house at least twenty homies
Awaiting the moment they finally exit

Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood

Thing with the homies is they get aggressive
Especially when your unwanted and senseless
Especially when your set left homies breathless
Especially when we accustom to wreckless
Confronted a death wish is easily met
Dezzy is neutral but seen in the set
Difference is I still hold onto regrets
When I fought barbie's brother his face was a mess
Soldier Boi told me first put in work so a test
Hit up whoever step foot in defense
With it a young age but knew I was chosen
Then I fought D Boy on Warner I've rose in
To standards affiliates need to accumulate
Putting in work day and night is like two a days
You would say careful approaching the jungle
Oceanside parties all end in a rumble

Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
When it go down you can't intervene
When it go down you can't intervene
When it go down you can't intervene
When it go down you can't intervene
When it go down you can't intervene
When it go down you can't intervene
When it go down you can't intervene
When it go down you can't intervene

Hooping at Fireside park in the summer
Ten of us running the court we got numbers
A white Buick pulled up and parked undercover
Then came out four gangsta's with blue on I wonder
Intentions we to clear to go by unnoticed
Then Soldier Boi put the ball down and i quote this
Said whats happening Blood
At this time I'm fourteen
Adrenaline flow through my veins like its morphine
According to code I know one thing is definite
Issues expand when you pressing it
Gets out of hand when you come to a stand off
Then Soldier Boi squared up with one knocked his hat off
And hit him so hard I felt that in my soul man
Cause he was out cold and his arms wouldn't fold man
His partners got pressed wasn't of value
The other one pulled out his gun and I tell you
I can't even get into grove

Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood
Can't even get into grove
Shit got to fuck up the mood



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Writer(s): Andrew Vandereb, Jeffrey Perez
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