Lyrics:
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
Cause I'd meet a girl like you
But I, I took your hand at a gulf coast jam and we danced to that little beach band
Spun you round as the sun went down
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
album out
I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
for any mood
Now Rasky how you take get deal pass me
I no know wetin Kenny’s dem hope to do by signing you (Why)
Ba lyrics ba sense ba concept
Wetin you
stand okay (Yes)
See kettle calling the pot black like the reverends
Ayangbana another point of reference
But I go take una one by one
Cus even the sun
on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
It's the G-O-D, my delivery is see-O-D
Word is bond and bond
is thinking long range!
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D from Long Island
Heather B, Ska-Danks
D-Square, Sidney Mills
we love
I got my dawgs by my side
Call me gifted
Cause all my words come wrapped in bows
I'm a package deal, I won't go without my bro's
Ysl on the bag
Jimmy (facts)
Stackin' up racks out the ass, no I ain't never needed a stimmy (yeah)
Always killin' shit, man I treat everything like Kenny (yeah)
is thinking long range!
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D from Long Island
Heather B, Ska-Danks
D-Square, Sidney Mills
c'est du timeless shit
Pis c'est fuckin' hors du crochet, d'mande à Kenny, hein
L'queb petit mince St-Jean-Baptiste, back then
Première fois, j't'allé
when I'm back, fuck rap
I got this white bimbo
I been the voice of the street
I mean the voice of the roads
Ask Kenny, he knows
And I gave hope
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
got somewhere to be, no sweat
Just know that I really appreciate you tuning in
And making this album a small part of your life
I'd like to thank
The skies were pure and the fields were green
And the sun was brighter than it's ever been
When I grew up with my best friend, Kenny
We were close
The skies were pure and the fields were green
And the sun was brighter than it's ever been
When I grew up with my best friend, Kenny
We were close
Sunday AFTERNOON
(Written by Bobby Brown, Derek "DOA" Allen, and Kenny Finnel)
Yeah, on the re-make ????? Sunday afternoon, yo
DOA, bring it to me,
long days since I’ve seen the sun, think I’ll crawl inside a bottle of Barbados Rum
Well, I’ve had about enough of this snow and ice, I could use a few
powerless
Fought through fits of cowardice
No diet is staple without Vince
Curry some of my favorite
But I still wonder can he Kenny beat my expectations?
be doing anything at all, thank you so much to G0d
Therеs my mother, my lovely mother who is likе my number one fan
No matter how many times shes heard
your fucking heart that's pacing
Cosmic drag racing underground stations
Artillery is waiting
So beware of death by Kenny
Phoenix in this invasion yJ
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