| Verse 1: Napoleon Da Legend
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| Nothing like the smell of mom’s cooking
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| Something hot on the stove
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| Snot nose I was a trouble maker god knows never judge a
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| Book by its cover an album either Malcom
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| Was a leader as a young man
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| He was a thief in the land of savages
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| We never turn the other cheek
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| Underneath a tree we look for shade
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| And feel the summer breeze
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| Scheming on a come-up teachers
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| At school they never loved us
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| All too often our grades reflected our skin color
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| A coincidence maybe called us lethargic and lazy
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| My Italian shorty used to steal garments from Macy’s
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| Then lace me with the latest Hilfigers and Nautica
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| I used to try to moonwalk with
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| Some Michael Jackson moccasins
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| Scuffles and brawls playing pick-up ball
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| Dodging the stick up kids at the mall used to pick up broads
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| With corny lines young horny minds
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| We used to trade porn and climb
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| Fences and arouse our 5 senses all the time
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| Chorus: Napoleon Da Legend x 2
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| Can’t get back the days of my youth so I just think back
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| To days where the world would be so simple
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| Where we lived at
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| We was large day dreaming wishing on stars
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| Play ball kick bars and get broads
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| Verse 2: Napoleon Da Legend
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| Huh petty rivalries we used to play 21 and 33
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| I was a fan of Hardaway 23 and number 3
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| Not Penny but the UTEP two step
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| Those were the days before my pops
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| And momma dukes split
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| Chest burning tasting liquor for the first time
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| An anime fanatic a cool kid with a nerd’s mind
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| My first tip jam with one hand felt like the man
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| Mimicked moves from above the rim and NBA Jams
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| Listened to WU, Onyx and Pac, Biggie and Nas
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| De La and Tribe rap albums in the 90s were live
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| B-sides were the jewels house parties were the move
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| Hunting for shorties to pull
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| The chicks were wack at my school
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| 99 cent singles from Sam Goody me and my man Doogie
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| Rocking Starter jackets Champion hoodies
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| Down in White Oak
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| Use to analyze the mind of white folks
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| Playing a thin line walking a tight rope
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| Chorus: Napoleon Da Legend x 1
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| Verse 3: Napoleon Da Legend
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| Nodding off fighting not to fall
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| Asleep while the teacher speak
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| Wrote a note to my crush and she rejected me
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| I was on blast she spread the word through the school
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| A humiliating lesson had to learn how to move
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| I wasn’t smooth then rather naïve and green
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| Hoop dreams my fundamentals were clean
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| Would cop the new released Air Forces
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| Would mix and match all colors Karl Kani
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| And Cross Colors Akademics and Enyce
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| Academics came easy but it wasn’t me
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| Only place I felt at home was rhyming over beats
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| Hit the movies for some inspiration with one
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| Ticket we would go see 3 call some chicks and go to DC
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| Hit up Adam’s Morgan on a Friday night
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| Under aged but still found a way to slide inside
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| Grab a chick’s number on a napkin
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| Couldn’t afford to drink but made due with what
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| We had it’s nothing for a king |