Four Quarters Lyrics

(- Let me ask you a questionWhat color is this?
- It's green- It's greenYou're blackI'm whiteand this
is greenWhen making a business decision the only color
that matters - is green)[ VERSE 1: Pacewon ]This is
a journal entry and hip-hop blogPlayed over airwaves,
seen over by GodA relevant expression rooted deep as
the mobFor my people to use if they feelin the vibeNow,
I'ma get to rappin, y'all screamLike you out here rootin
for your favorite basketball teamLike you're Parrish,
I'm Bird, you're Magic, I'm KareemLike you're Sam Cassell
and I'm The Dream HakeemLike you're Kobe,
I'm Shaq, you're Ginobili,
I'm DuncanLike we goin for a re',
let's get it jumpinLet's get it goin like back in the
Felt ForumBack when Willis Reed came into the game
scorinBack when Bill Bradley wasn't so darn borinBack
with Phil Jackson, before he had JordanGoin like the
coke that Scarface was snortinBangin like Billy Bob
Thornton[ CHORUS 2X ]White collar,
blue collar, I holler, you hollerLet's get together,
four quarters make a dollarWe ain't gettin younger
and the block is gettin hotterIt takes a whole community
for us to raise a scholar[ VERSE 2: Pacewon ]Generic
canned goods, free cheese and foodstampsPeople runnin
the street like they at boot campPigs on patrol,
hoes on the strollThe clockers outside on the block
ain't wearin goldNah, they wearin beat up jeans and new NikeysShort-sleeve
polo shirts and new white teesBoost mobile phones,Pacewon & Mr. Green - Four Quarters - http://motolyrics.com/pacewon-and-mr-green/four-quarters-lyrics.html
also known as a chirpYou hear a ringtone play when
the fiends want workBrothers gettin pinched,
snitchin on each otherCops is like Lawrence Fishburne
in Deep CoverActin like they not cops,
but they are copsThey try to mingle with the crowd
and they bar-hopSniffin for narcotics just like they
the K-9sTroopers everywhere up and down the state lineTen-year
old kids sellin crack in the daytimeThe hood could
take your life but it won't take mine[ CHORUS 2X ]Yes
yes y'all (Keep on)Yes yes y'all
(Keep on)Yes yes y'all (Keep on)Yes yes y'all
(Keep on)[ VERSE 3: Pacewon ]Benzes and Beamers,
no more Laundromat, laundry goes to the cleanersNo
more just settlin, now I'm pullin divas and skeezers
In them wife-beater shirts with new sneakersThe ones
that was blinded before, but now they see usThey wanna
help me max out my Visas, come through and snack on
some Cheez-It'sPour a glass of champagne,
take some snapshotsEat a strawberry tart,
use my laptopAnd my Discover card,
shop from homeRoam naked through my crib while she
talk on the phoneHold candle light dinners,
50-inch plasmasIn every room,
you ain't even gotta ask, brahThe red carpet treatment,
what else could you ask for?
It's like fightin some dude that got a glass jawYou
hit 'em in the chin and you winYour old life ends and
your new one begins[ CHORUS 2X ]