Promenade - Street Sweeper Social Club

Well I got a new kinda square dance rap

Gon' talk smack, flash my gat

I’m finna spit and hold my dick

And heat shit up like a thermostat

Grab your partner by the chaps

Give your partner a pimp-slap

To symbolize the ghetto trap

Step to the right, give three claps

Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks

Ain’t shit cooking on the stove but crack

This is the bat this hell beget

'Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs

Two by two Promenade

Duck from a B1 bomber raid

Ain’t 'bout the plans Osama made

Banks getting paid off petrol trade

Circle eight, do-si-do

How much cash could a o-z grow?

'Til all are fed and all have beds

My skin is black, my star is red

FBI coming round the outside

Which one of us finna die tonight?

Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite

Or make a whole muthafucking world ignite?

Everybody throw them blows

Right upside your partner’s nose

By now you’ve got bloody clothes

Crabs in the barrel so the story goes

Think of all their savage acts

Grab 'n scratch from average cats

Bureaucrats with strings attached

Walk in place, light the match

Everybody get down low 'bout the level of your toes

These dance moves we usually do are not the ones that we have chose

Grab on to that beat and grind, try your best to stay alive

We can’t run, we can’t hide, might as well just stay and fight