Still Crankin'

I'm sick with it, I'm so true
Don't you know that my daddy is a legend, fool?
So don't get mad at me for the things I was born to do
We been around the world, now we goin' back to you

If Peter Piper picked a pepper, I'm the one who got picked
Jalapeños and hot tamales ain't got nothin' on this
I got big shoes to fill, but you know I ain't gon' trip
'Cause I stuff 'em with toilet tissue, so you know I'm the shit

And I'm a big girl, so you better watch out
And any sideways talkin' get you popped in your mouth

This is God-given music, not made by luck
And my daddy is the Face, yeah, you know Chuck
I was raised by the stroke of the pick and drop of the beat

Everything sounded like a pocket to me
E-U-R-E and J-Y-B
Can't forget about my brother G and B-Y-B
My daddy started go-go, that's why they rockin' with me
He made a way for my whole entire city to eat
We went from hustlin', murderin', runnin' the streets
To bass battlin' and little kids beatin' they feet
And if you from the city, then you already know
The whole industry still's away from our go-go
But we still for Caso and Howard Theatre shows

Rest in peace to Lil' Benny and my man Polo

We still crankin'
Old school, yeah, you all that they got
They still crankin'
They say without my daddy that I wouldn't be hot
I'm still crankin'
My heart thumps to the beat of the drums
Still crankin'
You ain't know, man, that I was the one?
Still crankin'

If you already know, I'ma tell you anyway
'Cause the DMV future brightens every day
With Fat Trel, Wale, and Lisa Renee
Shy Glizzy, Spill Gang, and Lyte Show 10 Play
But Chuck Baby, KK gon' keep this go-go live

Like my city, I been the illest bitch alive

D.C., the reason for our country's success
Because it's made up of citizens who take no mess
From the bums on the corner to the federal grounds
We don't get geeked up when big stars in town
When you come to the city, show respect, bow down
'Cause we really don't take too kindly to clowns
Or you will get humbled in the D-dot-C
If you walk around like your number two don't stink
If you think our word's sweeter than our mambu sauce

I'll have my Oi boys drop your ass off in a vault
It might be a DOA called BOA

And if we give you a pass, then you welcome to stay
We see H-O-V choppin' lil' Bamas who be hatin'
C-O-B, no me, so don't come to my city fakin'

Still crankin'
D.C. will forever be hot
They still crankin'
It doesn't matter if you like us or not
I'm still crankin'
Still twerkin' after the beat stops
Still crankin'
But where we be without them rollers and thots?
Still crankin'

Uptown (Still crankin')
Ayy, Northeast (Still crankin')
Ayy, Southwest (Still crankin')
Ayy, Southeast (Still crankin')
Ayy, Downtown (Still crankin')
My whole city
A sick specimen, I know you won't forget me

International, Ghana, and London (Still crankin')
Talkin' 'bout the East Coast and West Coast too (Still crankin')
We can take it Down South or Up North too (Still crankin')
It don't matter where you from, it's worldwide (Still crankin')
Sori Mingi, Kweliwe, Polisi
Chucky, ayy, and Kenya, hey
Suko, Pomoncho, Habajisi
Hey, Miss Kim

Hey, D.C., we still crankin', hey
Hey, MD, we still crankin', hey
Hey, VA, we still crankin'

Hey, Church, we still crankin'