This talk that I slangIs slang from my spotWhere they bop to HopNon stop, no pop charts

Will lace our tape decksGet rec to real shitRespect only the rappersDeliverin realness

We’ll listen to up North MaterialBut its best with that downsouth bassBumpin through the stereo

Rappers talk about guns, money,Things materialBut if the streets aint heard of youThe streets aint really hearin you

Develop you some tracksIn which the people can relateAnd escape the trife sides of lifeWe cant erase

I guess its this experienceThat helps us to createOur slang, the one that makesUs diff’rent from other states

Its easy, to rideThe streets and hear JeezyOG’s bumpin ScrewThe kids’ll crank Weezy

It sad how we importMusic so eas-yWhen your local Charlotte artist’sTryin to push a C-D

But hey

I wanna make it simpleFor those who listeninWhen it comes to makin musicWe are truly genuine

I pray that one dayThis city will git it inOn its own, until thenI must relay to you again

The people aint supportingThose who speak what they speak--Hear what they hearAnd see what they see

Please-we kno when timesWas hard in QCGas up, windows downRidin no AC

When I put it on my mamaI would stay Hip HopI also meant I wouldn’t do itSpittin they Hip Hop

The Queen City placedMe in a daze which IEnvisioned the day, we wouldn’t borrowThey Hip Hop

Don’t flip flopThis city got so much to offerFrom the top to the bottom--ugh you know we got ‘em

Local styles—rock ‘emStreet slang—we talkin’Once we on and poppin’We gon show em how we rock it