text: I said it’s a wonderful year
  I said it’s a wonderful year
  Here we go, ugh
  Young enough for iPods, old enough for Walkmen
  Too young for park jams
  By the time I came, they sealed street lamps, no more of that vibe
  But everywhere I went, they would still rap, I
  Grew up in Bed-Stuy, real life Mookie
  Listening to “Buggin’ Out,” walkin past Pookie’s
  I guess it helps build character
  Older guys listening to Kane, talkin Africa
  “Smooth Operator,” Cee on the fader
  Cee led to B.I.G. and you know what came later
  You wanna talk music in the streets?
  Imagine “Hypnotize” blastin as his body was carried through Bed-Stuy
  Diddy had Ma$e and the cops did too
  Pepper spray during our brother’s parade
  We just wanted to send him off properly and thank him
  Music our outer sanctum, it’s a wonderful year
  I said it’s a wonderful year
  I said it’s a wonderful--
  Fell in love face first when I heard Kane’s verse
  Maybe it was Todd Shaw, life is Too $hort
  Sounds like it cuz it made life matter
  Man the music in them streets, made a lot of moments magic
  Like the first song you played when you got the L’s
  I was probabaly bumpin Ant Banks or Quik myself
  In my mom’s whip, frontin tryna get at some girls
  House speakers in the hatchback, the shit sounded terrible
  Im form Ohio so when Bone Thugs dropped
  Slid that in the deck right next to Pac
  Then I moved to Carolina when that Outkast dropped
  And blew big weed bumpin CNN and Nas, but
  Now Im in the Stuy where they set up shop
  Pull the sound system out and yellow tape the block
  They can hate it online, but if the streets say go
  Off of Kenwood spins you’d be ghetto gold
  Yo!
  I said it’s a wonderful year
  I said it’s a wonderful year
  Yo, yo, check
  Music in the park, that pure art
  The year marks the real, for real
  Pac and B.I.G. in that stereo shit
  Poppin wheelies to the sounds to the Illadelph
  Halflife, Roots to the past, they feel it past, get mad hyped
  Hear that Nas then they act right
  Boom bap raps, like comin from the back of the Acc
  Them Wu tracks had us breakin our necks, kept them haters in check
  Kept them tapes in the deck, man, we played em to def
  Had mad flavor before swag, you heard the urge to stack paper
  Major game players, the fame made em some mainstayers
  Then we zone out
  Old heads told us to turn it down
  Had a couple of lame neighbors saying we run it loud, they shut it down
  Never that, ever that, still bumpin hella tracks
  Lil flavor for your ears to get that feelin back
  Let’s go
  I said it’s a wonderful year
  I said it’s a wonderful year
  I said it’s a wonderful year
  I said it’s a wonderful year