(I can just remember the number...)

DOVE: Just another area

POS: For me to patrol

DOVE: Just another area

POS: That shows I got soul

DOVE: Just another area

POS: For me to patrol

DOVE: Just another area

POS: That shows I got soul

I got soul you see I'm swimming in the De La

I'm in my hood man my manhood worries ya

I'm known for sampling of soul food

Off the old school plates

When I met up with my niggas from the 718

One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens

Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans

Still I sided with my funk to bring my second on call

For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804

(You're runnin' on an empty tank)

But still get paid in full

(And get the girls)

Man, I'm packing gravitational pull

Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes

I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen

(What?)

DOVE:

Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard

Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh!

I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone

Like the 718's out of Vietnam

Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged

(Man I knew a psycho)

703's on my love bug

I made mates with the brothers up in 215

Crazy buddhas in my mind

My Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp

And my 202 keeps me marvellous

I guess Mars was my hideaway

But if the stars for a getaway...

POS:

Since I'm capable I conjure up a walk in this way

I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester souffle

I be the 919 seeker, 'cause ain't off logic

So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit

Due to this, a brother tries to play me