Taxi Cab Chronicles......

..............it went down like this and like that...........

Ex Taxi Driver; rolling in Yellow Cabs; but I preferred driving the Big Checkers..

Survivor; the skills were enhanced back in those days; eating burgers from Checker's.

Or maybe Ollie's Trolley; up in The Natti; haters disrespect us; my mood is melancholy..

What will the style be? O-Dog will make it funky; O-Zone; rolling solo; not all up in the folly..

Where will the dial be? some punishment glutton will turn it; injuries self inflicted...

Swishers cut up; filled with weed; drunk off some kind of brown liquor from Kentucky or Tennessee; pain inflicted....

Up in Louisville; Portland area; teens sniffing paint in my cab; they got kicked to the curb...

Like teens in Nebraska; on the West Side little homie will ask ya if you need any herb?

Standing on the curb; he had hash, weed, heroin and cocaine for those wanting to be heroes like Mariah; but Tina Turner said we didn't need any more...

Play On Player I heard a devil say; talking about "we don't need any score"

Say a prayer or You'll Get Played; and at the same time watch what you ask for...

God will give it to you; then you'll be mad; you'll be asking; what did he do that for?

I came through the door; but I could tell folk weren't checking for a brotha..

They raised the bar; plus it's oops upside the head like the Gap Band; I hit the glass ceiling it's rough on a brotha...

So what's a brotha to do? jumped up in those big ugly Checker Cabs; but it was part of the Master's Plan....

It taught a brotha how to hustle; check this by product from the labs; played it like Eric B & Rakim; "thinking of a master plan"...

What's up man? I asked dude who I picked up at the juke joint; his eyes red from drinking Stroh's beer; an old school drink...

"You don't know nothing about me man" he said; pointed a long barrel 38 at a brotha; I tried to be cool; had to think...

On the brink of disaster; had to think faster; homie was angry like a frustrated internet surfer...

Usually when this brotha is Just Passing Through; I've got the Good Word for ya..

But back to the script; as we crossed the border to the West Side, I found out what was on old dude's mind...

Up in the club he was trying to get his mack on; but somebody beat his time...

Is that a crime like Sade would sang? dude was played like a clown; money spent buying drinks; then honey dipped with a big homie in The Fleetwood Brougham...

In the background I heard Johnny Taylor, Clarence Carter, Jerry Butler and Gene Chandler; it was either the blues or a slow jam...

Whatcha know man? listened to old dude sing his version of the blues, plus I got a tip for the ride..

Heart pumping and sweat dripping; could have been another inner city homicide..

Beats are now bumping; plus typing this Good Word; updated Freedom Rider; Whose Side Are You On?

Not a damn thing has changed; Hood Thing; word from the Brotha O-Zone...

Whose Side Are You On? I lied; some things have changed; decisions need to be made tomorrow...

These days haters we ride on; Rolling Up With A Small Army; Repercussions for the pain and sorrow...

Rolling up in The Checker Cab; struggling; listening to Marvin Gaye's cassette; What's Going On?

Now we move forward; check this product from the lab; as we play The Funk Seminar; The O-Dog Podcast; What's Really Going?

As we Jam like Def; R.I.P Shakir Stewart;
brothas are gonna work it out like Willie Hutch....

Someone else I listened to up in the cab; rolling up in the clutch...

Peeped game from the old white dude name Dutch; old homie was slicker than Exxon Oil company executives..

Iverson for Billups? say it ain't so!!..you have to wonder about NBA executives...

Check us out; we'll be back with this; soon there'll be more Taxi Cab Chronicles...

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