Texty: 4th Avenue Jones. The Evolution Of HipRockSoul. Stereo.

We?re too material, materialistic
But one possession I prize is just my stereo
I got her when I was five, after I wished it
Now all I need to survive?s a simple stereo

She?s with me when I?m feeling low
And no one else knows
I take her everywhere I go
Uh uh oh

The only girl in my life when other chicks dis?
Nobody there to confide in but my stereo
She sang Marley we vibe Natural Mystic
Until the day that I die gon? love my stereo

She?s with me when I have no doe
Totally broke
I take her everywhere I go
Uh uh oh

Well my mother met her at a mall
I believe she had emigrated from Japan
On display but they ain?t never let her music play
Because her boss was a mean old man
And he didn?t like kid?s dancing and rapping all around her bumpin? that hip-hop
But everybody love her in the ghetto and they start to groove
Whenever she be on the block to ROCK!

We?re too material, materialistic
But one possession I prize is just my stereo
I got her when I was five, after I wished it
Now all I need to survive?s a simple stereo

She?s with me when I?m feeling low
And no one else knows
I take her everywhere I go
Uh uh oh