Lyrics:
And if I'm hungry for the chicken
That heat'll spin you
Around rotisserie style
You was rich as a child
Never wanted for shit
And you ain't never run
around and get burnt like a CI
More bars than jail, nigga
Who tryna get a VI?
You dealing with stock owners
Conversation with stockbrokers
Make a call for
Slipped into a coma murder script
Name on a bullet
The original South Park Coalition
This what we do, man
So all the rappers around the world, y’all
Keep
Since the parks, don't you see how far the hip-hop came?
It's been around for years, and you ask yourself how?
For the very same reason that you're
Take a peek at my older lyrics
But here's my golden secret
Once you master that style I'm go come back around and hit with the reinvention
Sucker boy
down Kenny Park ah!!
Hahaha you know
I don't know what your management be tellin you
I don't know what your producers be tellin you
But yo you
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
Tick tick tock, Mo is on the jock
I did her in the limo as we went around the block
Sucked the mole on her hip, licked the lipstick off her lip
York niggas had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool
York niggas had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool
Tuff chat no that no lock
Around here modern park
Up a lot around here
Survive what
Not around here
Drive by and chalk up the block
Around here
Bad mind
So flavorous you could taste it
So hardcore, I wrote this layin' on the floor in the basement
My style ain't no walk in the park
Got mainstream MC's
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
I changed up my style once again
So me and my moms could still be friends
My daddy wasn't buggin out so far
Watchin me pretend to be another rap star
it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back
Who
having fun tonight
Get it right
Park up so me like romp up
Or cruise like D'angelo style
Get it right
Anything that you want
As long as you dey by my side
So flavorous you could taste it
So hardcore, I wrote this layin' on the floor in the basement
My style ain't no walk in the park
Got mainstream MC's
ain't how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
of tactics
The Glock tip make ya bat flick
My bat bitch grab the cock, spit
See pussy dem style we uptick
Fat G Lee park up
Ring fully geared up
Push button
cop lights blinking
[Jadakiss:] This is how we live
[Styles:] Benjamins, grants, Washingtons Lincolns
[Verse 2:]
Die once you live twice die twice
Aw shit, here come the man again
You know if you can't with the style that's goin' on right now
Then you need to be sittin' down
If MC's can't
again, there's no hiding it
A bait buzz is one that u can't deny
I flow two nans so I can't reply
To any lickle one time half a guy
no style 'pon
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
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