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letra de flashback - apollo brown & joell ortiz

[intro: joell ortiz]
remember that? little ido runnin’ through the hood with the fro. with dirt on his nose. i used to go out at the break of dawn. and then my moms used to have to come find me

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
no more coco-levio one, two, three
one, two, three, all that is to me is a memory
cookout in the part, a game of two hand touch
arguments turn into slap boxing, two hands up
we play music in front of the building, music up ya block
late night cyphers we played music in the dark
today i felt rich, my outfit was super sharp
back when coney island felt like my amus-m-nt park
the ice cream truck stoppеd, the hood stopped
my cone of choicе, vanilla with rainbow sprinkles on top
the ice cream truck leave the kids chase
some of us rode on the back, the rest of y’all couldn’t keep pace
hands under the johnny pump, the water splashed in my face
chalk graced the sidewalk i yellin’, “i’m in first place”
after freeze tag, e’rybody put ya feet in
i was suppose to been upstairs but it was all worth the beatin’

[chorus: joell ortiz]
flashback to when things was all good
summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood
they cookin’ burgers over there
the franks done over here
bust a move anywhere, they playin’ music e’rywhere
flashback to when things was all good
summertime felt like forever on them days in my hood
there’s no beef today, they put the heats away
i wish it felt like this each and every day
[verse 2: joell ortiz]
girls jumpin’ double dutch
the thugs dump another dutch
just left my corner store i stole some peanut b-tter cups
and called peanut out the window, told him wake his brother up
and bring both ya bikes down i built a ramp for us to jump
i had the super soaker 30, tk had the 50
cheetah had the backpack joint, courtesy of neice
walk by 290 bench you got drenched, make it easy
take money out yo’ pocket and that beeper off ya hip
cause if you don’t cooperate you still leavin’ with ya drip
go upstairs, switch clothes, come down meet up with the clique
tell merk bring out his radio and beats for us to rip
each of us would spit, swear to god my team was it
scratch the stem on an m80 before you struck a match
throw a screamer in the box, light it with a jumping jack
tie fire crackers together, light the whole f-ckin’ pack
back in the days was lit, no pun intended scr-p

- apollo brown joell ortiz

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