Happy Dance
Intro:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Block 213
All my homies from the block- past and present
Dead or alive
This one’s for y’all
Mic check, one two
Yeah
Verse 1:
This for all my friends in a higher place; left me in a cleft sick
I miss seeing your names next to mines on the rap sheet
We’d fight all the bad cess the universe shelled out
Took no one’s word, or whatever they spelled out
Bad eggs on the block, at least that’s what they called us
Till the day we hatched but our memories grew older than us
Courtesy of deathbeds and sick jokes from the Reaper
Guardian angels on the block, you remain a brother’s keeper
I bottle up the grief and hope to keep my cheeks dry
I ain’t made you proud, homies, but I swear I did try
Do I miss the chin wagging? You left the streets aching
I hope we’ll meet again, I speak for every street urchin
Poster children of the grind, we used to do the donkeywork
Barely made a dime, that didn’t kill our confidence
Then came the accident, still hard to navigate
The alleyway, triggered every time I see an ambulance
Hook:
So I bounce to the rhythm, and dance to the bass
Get up, get down and move with finesse
Let the beat take control, dance with the soul
Let it all out for the brothers long gone
Bounce to the rhythm, and dance to the bass
Get up, get down and move with finesse
Let the beat take control, dance with the soul
Let it all out for y’all
Verse 2:
The road is kinda hard, I’m still trynna crack through
Got a couple albums out, still ain’t seen a breakthrough
Still it’s some progress I wish you could see now
Man, would you believe that I’m working with Syn now?
You shoulda seen how, you always wanted that for me
It’s bittersweet I got it but you were no longer there for it
I switched back to Malcom, I’m no longer Tha M.I.N.D
Not a biggie, just a past that I wanted to leave behind
Tanya’s shot got no better, he’s still launching bricks
We’ve come to accept that, can’t kick against the pricks
But ball on the street, windows still getting shattered
‘Cause Tino still shoots like there’s another world above us
Nate got out of jail, Nigel got him a girl
Noel moved to Egypt, I guess it’s better than Hell
Remember his obsession with Salah? Yeah? What a happy chance
I hope we’ll all meet again and get to do the happy dance
Hook:
So I bounce to the rhythm, and dance to the bass
Get up, get down and move with finesse
Let the beat take control, dance with the soul
Let it all out for the brothers long gone
Bounce to the rhythm, and dance to the bass
Get up, get down and move with finesse
Let the beat take control, dance with the soul
Let it all out for y’all