This is a song about "Crickets thoughts the body low hattin and loving la familia la mexico miami"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

The cops lock up blacks for no reason, they live in a cage,

Looking in the mirror and loving this revolutionary change,

Ambition is definitely on the way

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.