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Cunninlynguists Dirty Acres The Park The park got the pop like fish grease Full to the gills like a hooked up six piece With a biscuit on the spot like a fresh toupee For sunshine on a fresh blue day Jits breaking out they fresh new j's to netch hets Ladies with they best do laid and relax Like, the cheerest skippingrope double dutch champion Miss Mary Mack, dressed in black, hands clapping Soupe Cadillacs with they backs hood snappin' Puppy love couples cuddle with they clothes matchin' Cops passin', harrassin', tell ya Sometimes pull your ass over just to tail ya I feel yous, amongst the rose and azalias Got congregatin' like Martin King in Selma Just tryin' to have a good time like James and Thelma My cousin bang the Pac, my mama sang the ?? Feels good today, all the hood's dismay Is outshined by what coming together could equate Through my loc see my kinfolk that stood with me Dayton's locs crown on leather and wood display My queen's dressed for impression, that's God sendin' blessing Hot like the West End, ice box on the FM We need this, more than Playboy needs Hef and More than your lungs need breath, uh Fresh air What a day At the park Fresh air What a day At the park Fresh air It's gettin' cool, but the code still red Stripes and Patron on chill, my folks all ?? Ladies, what it do? Fellas, what it is Oughta have a blue private for the A's on the list Got the bootleggers tryin' to appraise me some shit Like twenty dollars can put sunrays on my wrist And fo sho', this hot sauce stays on my fist Yo the ladies, playas, game, a light live on 'em DJ on the mic got the slide goin' (hey) Soul train line moves like the glide throwin' (ho) On the slow songs, grind put pan in the ozone Find somethin' fine to poke on As the sun puts locs on, light is no mystery Hickory smoke's gone off the rotisserie Physically driven all over my nose cavity Tiffany strutters, her booty oppose gravity How do I get her without her cold slappin' me? Have to been late in the park-parking lot Where trunks knock a lot and weed spark a lot And humidity's scorching hot where beef could go rot Summer breeze, in need, like Benjis and Jacksons Instead, pennies are stackin' and coppers' reactin' To how peoples' relaxin' in orderly fashion If you holdin' a rock then you ought to be passin' 'Cause they ain't playin', got a cell you can stay in Can this night go off right? I'm prayin' Please Lord, hear these words that I'm sayin' On this day, can angels party without Satan? |
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