Lyrics:
people poetry
Forget your little off-the head rhyme
It's way past your bedtime
For the tenth time forget tryin to get mine
I went from the park with my arc
of the park
I run tings (I'm the best in the middle)
From fifty yards I done tings (Woo)
I score goals in a season (yeah)
Pray your-goalie season
(Oi you wanna
a chiropractor (yeah)
Call up Santana Mars, he got that gas jar
(Oh)
One thing about Taliban, he take your ass off
(Oh, oh, oh)
You know that I love Lil Doe, yeah
your brother
I know a b**** from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I f***
your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck
on Paladino cause I'm a
Leave your neck on the curb
In this battle you won't win
The first second or third
It's no need to park when I pull
Up in that Lex in
that kisses blow
Because by the end of the game
You'll see trophies, medals, Mexican waves
And your ten man on the stage like
Victory’s Tottenham's,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, if you gon' fuck all this up, I could care less 'cause I got your friends linkin' my line
I don't give love to a bitch,
many voicemails of how you miss me
Remember how you sneak and go do your dirt
But I used to do the same, now go and feel hurt
Riding around thinking all
dogs?.humping dogs?stickin? that thing in any crack that passes by??..
Dirt falling in my mind, ..dirt gets stuck in my mouth, dirt gets stuck in my eyes?
Seeing
veins too (trust)
We just used to link in parks
I just smash my yard while listening to Linkin Park
Things are dark, heart sinking when I think of Marc
physical, or I'll see to it that you get used for FILL DIRT in some impending New Jersey MARSH RECLAMATION... and your girl-friend there will wind up
sneeze, the racks achoo (achoo)
When I peep, I'm quick to buy you (vrrt, vrrt)
Got you sick when I sleep with your boo (ehh)
Out the pool to make mils
to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask
ahead of them
They think that I’m settling, just because I done settled in
My homie tote the spark
Linkin park, we the heavy metal band
Ha
Boy your
Fat basket on my handlebars for my Shih Tzu, Chuck
Existing will get you stuck, by the Hyde Park Pedaler
Relaxing bike ride
But you know me (it's
baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
knees in the dirt
And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt
Fine, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine
Give me any amount of time, don't
I bust the lock
Nigga, legend like Detox
This that Linkin Park, we rock
We 'bout to spark, never stop
Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah
Quality Control
Bitch jus Abbreviat it
Read Between My Lines
I Promise that
You Gon See
Jus a mere rose
From the dirt
I took a major reach
If it's up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
As I whistle you get hit by a missile
While you're eatin'
listen I come from the dirt from the top of the ranks
Let’s go got to learn how I’m coming
You know me I’m stunting I come in here with the drip
40 made me
wit My dawgs from Yonkers
But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame
So you better wear your armor, flame on
My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop
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