[Verse 1]
To all my Wet Orange delegates
Elephants lit, front row yellin' shit
You're now rockin' with the gods of the metropolis
Illadelph Halflife where the Bronx Bombers pitch
Comparable to nowhere
With the bounty on Essex County
Don't go there
We're pumpin' haze, been a deadly game, anyway
Then ask me, "How often do I smoke weed?" (Everyday)
280 would get bombed and buffed
And bombed again before the paint could even dry up
In Jersey, where the air is like mud
You couldn't think of a nicer place to get mugged
[Chorus]
There must be somethin' in the water in West Orange
That breeds such avant-garde kids looking to start shit
In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs
Essex County, America's armpit
[Verse 2]
Long before John Crawford was on the junk
And Division East Enterprises was on the up
I put five on the dub puffs, bust to the cottonmouth
Got me so dry that my voice started droppin' out
And don't forget the bullybox
Who spit it back and forth
On the benches by the Stagg Field basketball courts
Concocting a bag of tricks so hefty
The question wasn't "Can we succeed?" but "When we do
Will we maintain true to the path we paved
And pantie-raid pussy DJs who got trashy breaks?"
I would smash forty bottles
So the next people to ball knew that somebody was hostile
Nowadays, shit I used to say a stag after hours blazed
Inspire the next wave
So when I'm backstage taking elephants to the face
I know some other kids are drinking at the benches underage
[Spoken Word: ?]
I love this town
I love this town just like loving a hamburger on a sesame bun
Yeah, yeah
(inaudible)
[Chorus]
There must be somethin' in the water in West Orange
That breeds such avant-garde kids looking to start shit
In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs
Essex County, America's armpit