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Album: Dirty Acres (2007)
Artists: Cunninlynguists

  1. Dance For Me
  2. Dirty Acres
  3. Georgia
  4. Gun
  5. KKKY
  6. Mexico
  7. Never
  8. Summer’s Gone
  9. The Park
  10. Things I Dream
  11. Valley Of Death
  12. Wonderful
  13. Yellow Lines


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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