LIKE THIS

[BLESS E$CRO]
[VERSE 1]

So make the tech Pirouette
Cross over was a hundred
Plus the jumper’s pure wet

Bossa Nova wasn’t jumping
Hoped a Jet, veered left

We just kids out the jumper
We’ll jump you, that’s a bet

Dare you to walk through the Jungles
With that jewelry on your neck

Bet you get jumped in da Rollin's
And your shit’s getting stolen

Still roll’n down Western
Hoes looking like the Omen

Whole knuckle full of gold
Plus a roll of bus tokens

Stolen Herringbone shirts
Still Chirp’n on skirts

In cologne on the phone
With Stallone eating Perch

Off of 54th and Crenshaw
Right by the wall

At the Church’s by the Dawah
The real Chuck Nablauch



(CHORUS 1)
[BLESS E$CRO]

The Black Migueli Corleone

Fell up out the Telly
With the Pelle
All he had was his F’n Celly

Bunch of Hoes
Bunch of Bro’s
Plus a bunch ah Felly’s

Either way it goes
He still wouldn’t Fucking tell me

When I chop’s it like this
It ain't shit to tell me

When I pop’s it like this
It ain't shit to tell me

On the Block like this
It ain't shit to tell me

Type ill but I’m still feeling mighty healthy



[VERSE 2]
[BLESS E$CRO]

Sometimes this life a get
Tough enough to make the news

Tough as Tusks
Tough as Inner-city public schools

Tough as a Jew
Tough of as ah Damu from 92’

Tough as the first Blood
To ever wrote Soo-Woop

In a county jail cell
Loud as hell, well surrounded

But as quiet he fell
The clientele was astounded
All is well

Till the Crip crowd aloud
Proudly yelled out then compounded
And now it’s going down

Around here we drown fear
In a fountain full of tears

Put you through California school
Then re-emerged a real Bear
Wearing a rare Patagonia

Bunch of waves in his hair
Staring in the mirror, seeing everything clear


[CHORUS 2]
[BLESS E$CRO]

The Black Migueli Corleone

Fell up out the Telly
With the Pelle

All he had was his F’n Celly

Bunch of Hoes
Bunch of Bro’s
Plus a bunch ah Felly’s

Either way it goes
He still wouldn’t Fucking tell me

When I chop’s it like this
It ain't shit to tell me

When I pop’s it like this
It ain't shit to tell me

On the Block like this
It ain't shit to tell me
T
ype ill but I’m still feeling mighty healthy