Remember when it hella snowed We made a video You saw the video You said “it’s pretty” so We had to make another one but it never fell ‘09, this year is another tale
This time by myself I’ve been up in here Steve Pool tryin’ say we’ll be stuck in here Sabzi somewhere where the weather’s clear FML, nah, FMMFL Never fails, you waited for the sequel Let me brew this coffee really quick though Oh no, no beans in the bag bro Now I’m feeling like a feign for the crack so Stop! can’t leave yet, I hear the warning We learned our lesson near the winter of performin’ Idiots saying “so much for global warming” Imma be safe and stay home for this recording
A couple of blocks, that’s the most I’ll go I double my socks and I walk all slow Through the snow for some chicken and some rice and some ginger Cook a big ass pot of Arroz Caldo I’m a bonafide pro, I’m motivated now When I’m at home chillin’, imagine when I’m out I’ll be back on killin’, fillin’ em with doubt The last one to ever expect to getting crowned Deadline creeping, gotta finish up the album One song left, when the storm came around Then it came down, like December ‘08 Though you heard it all day, you were like “no way” School’s out, students celebrating all day No more bullies saying “shit is all gay” No more teachers getting docked no pay For playing real shit and saying “shit’s to blame”
But days like this were made for tight pictures Man I write scriptures, the film’s not scripted Your boy’s in the building no really I ain’t got no choice, I am stuck in this building no luck ,oh well, let me get it Headphones, laptop, keystrokes, spit it Zip-compressed and archived and I sent it I told Sabz I hoped he’d get it and he says “no edits” Yeah I said it Mother Nature tried to fuck us but we will not let her I got a call from my dude, part 2 He said “Aye do the record while there’s snow in the rude. I mean road. It’s hella cold. But in NY, the weather’s all good. Yeah that’s good yeah, you know we should make another song about all the snow in the hood, and make a video too, talkin’ bout that coffee and snow, part duex.