This is a song about "Harlem blued"

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

I feel good, i look great

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!