[Verse One: Birdapres] Me, Jay and Flow went to grad in a cab Dead broke, but we had what we had Flow had the Jodeci suit, some of them smirked Jay rocked something like Son Of Berserk I had the green on, lookin' like Pete Nice No dates, no ladies that we would treat nice Mr. Toué gave props from my cigar I walked in the spot like a superstar You see young Dane wouldn't let them win If they came to his party he wouldn't let them in He we went to theirs he'd check their chins Puke on the rug all wrecked on gin Young Dane didn't care he was broke Young Dane didn't laugh at your jokes Young Dane didn't think you were dope Young Dane is your only hope C'mon! [Verse Two: Birdapres] The school PA just calls an MC The doors are locked and the halls are empty Building stood for more than a century Windows show signs of forced entry Much reefer smoked at the bleachers Under the blind eyes of student teachers I almost felt invincible there Till I was called to the office in the principle's chair Pretend to listen to extended lectures About my lateness and attendance records I wasn't one to be talkin' a lot Or spending my time at the popular lockers So many knocks the ego withstands
Order rice and sauce for Yito Japan Old people would call security The crew would get chased out by mall security Vic High (c'mon) Mount D (c'mon) Oak Bay (c'mon) Belmont (c'mon) Park Lands (c'mon) Claremont (c'mon) Stelly (c'mon) Esquimalt (c'mon) Reynolds (yup) Andrews St. Andrews Spectrum Glynlyon [Verse Three: Moka Only] 1991 Moka O had a fade 1992 Moka O rocked braids Ask Edwin about his homie Cee And then he introduced me to the one Birda P Long Mile livin' soon changed to the mainland All over the eastside, Phrase is the main man Jay, Imperial Cee and Dane's his main man And a bunch of others, all punchin' numbers All crunching numbers A whole bunch of summers Lunch at Demar's house party is the slumbers I cut hair as Fade Master Moke And Weed Push Moke, still his a** was broke Still that was dope The formula appears And I can't return there and that grinds my gears Age is the tie that binds my fears But I think I'm over it and I'm now sober it Makes me kind of misty when I'm goin' back over it Half of the same circle is back home again Reconnecting and planning the next moves In Vancouver otherwise I hang with the best dudes