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Cunninlynguists
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The Park
[Natti:] 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 Gents breaking out they fresh new jays to match hats Ladies with they best do, laid and relax Like, the children skipping rope, double dutch chantin' Miss Mary Mack, dressed in black, hands clappin' Sweet Cadillacs with they backs sub slappin' Puppy love couples cuddle with they clothes matchin' Cops passin' harass and tail ya Sometimes pull your ass over just to tell ya
[Deacon:] I feel yous, amongst the rose and azaleas 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 Mahalia Feels good today, all the hood's dismay Is outshined by what coming together could equate Through my locs see my Kynfolk that stood with me Dayton's spokes, crown on leather and wood display My queen's dressed for impression, that's God sendin' blessin' Hot like the West End, Icebox 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
[Deacon:] It's gettin' cool, but the code still red Stripes and Patron on chill, my folks all fed Ladies, what it do? Fellas, what it is Oughta have a blue carpet 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 fish Yo the ladies, playas gamin' like 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 pine in the ozone Find somethin' fine to poke on
[Natti:] 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 strut as 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, will beef cook or 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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