[Intro: Electro-funk male MC, punchy electro-funk drums, rubbery funk bass] Two feet overnight and the radio said it Everything's closed, and the whole block read it [Verse 1: Electro-funk male MC, electro-funk shouted bars, bright funk guitar] Woke up at six and the window was white Car's a little hill and the street's outta sight Radio callin' every school in the county Office sent a text sayin' stay home, we'll count it Even the bodega got a sign on the door Closed for the snow, and they never close before Pulled on two hoodies and my grandpa's boots Dee across the street already out in her suit Cookie sheet in one hand, trash can lid in the other Rollin' through the drifts like a sled-ridin' brother Whole block wakin' up and they comin' out slow Big hill on Pine, man, everybody gotta go [Hook: Electro-funk male MC, full electro-funk band, analog keyboard stabs] Everything's closed, but we wide open Snow to the knees and the whole hill's goin' Nobody's workin' and nobody's sorry Everything's closed, so we open the party [Verse 2: Electro-funk male MC trading with a raw female MC, Dee, call-and-response] Phone keep buzzin', it's the boss on the line Dee: Let it ring, let it ring, you'll call him back in time Laundry basket loaded and I'm sittin' in the front Dee: Hold on to the handle, this hill's gonna hunt Kids on the cardboard and they flyin' past the trees Dee: Mailman on a tube and he's down on his knees Snowball fight breakin' out on the corner of Third Dee: Nobody threw first and that's my final word Everybody's red-faced, everybody's soaked Dee: Hot cocoa on my porch and it's free, that's no joke Then I hear somebody yellin' from the top of the hill And the whole street turnin', everybody's standin' still [Hook: Electro-funk male MC, full electro-funk band, analog keyboard stabs] Everything's closed, but we wide open Snow to the knees and the whole hill's goin' Nobody's workin' and nobody's sorry Everything's closed, so we open the party [Bridge: Electro-funk male MC, punchy drums, rubbery funk bass] It's Mister Harlan in a basket, flyin' down at me Tie on his forehead, he's as loose as can be Hits the bottom, rolls over, and he's laughin' at the sky Says, nobody tell HR, and we lift him up high [Final Hook: Electro-funk male MC, street hollers back, neighbors shout every line back, raw full voice] Everything's closed, but we wide open Snow to the knees and the whole hill's goin' Nobody's workin' and nobody's sorry Everything's closed, so we open the party [End]
