Lightnin' Rod Coppin' Some Fronts For The Set
Now the time flew by and it was soon July
And the days grew funky and hot
But me and Spoon, we played it cool and I taught him how to shoot pool
Til he could soon sink three in one shot
I kept him under wraps 'til he had mastered shooting craps
And could deal a winning hand
We would practice all day then at night we would play
Poker, Tonk and Coon-Can
Soon, Spoon got good at his old new livelihood
And now we were ready to deal
There was money to be made in this here hustler's trade
And soon it would be for real
We gave Grit a ring the day before the thing
And let him know that we'd be there
But it was early in the morning, 'cause Grit was still yawning
And all he could say was "yeeaaahhh"
Me and my man Spoon, we went shopping at noon
To cop us some fronts for the set
We needed some vines that would blow their minds
Plus give us all the finesse we could get
We went to a tailor named Wong, who sold silks from Hong Kong
And could sew a suit on your back
I copped me a four-button roll
And he spun Spoon a silk-gold
Then we split in our maize Cadillac
We went to Baby Blue's to cop our shoes
Some comforts, splitoes and canes
Blue smuggles and ships and makes overseas trips
While hustling big company lames
We rapped for a while, then left Blue's in style
Sporting our brand new kicks
Went to a hatter named Knox, and copped some straw diamond blocks
The split 'bout a quarter to six
We winded and dined and prepared our minds
For the task that lay ahead
Jumped super clean and split to the scene
Smoking Panamanian Red