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Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
South Park
Or Martin Luther King
Where the youngers sling dope
By the swings
They tryn’a be kings
The only way to do it is the queen
I’m so proud
You like Baileys, I like ladies, I'm quite crazy
And maybe a little shady to hit tonight baby
Cookies, I gotta bang, they wanna hang, with a real nigga
on the Backstreet
You can live in Linkin Park, no matter jus to me
See the Prince of Peace is guaranteed to give ya what ya need [2x]

[Chorus]

[KJ-52]
One day these
of a Down,
Fell asleep in Linkin's Park and woke up in Marcy's Playground.
Sniffing White Stripes with a Seven Nation Army,
Waiting for Marilyn Manson to egg
on 

This one's for my real punk rock homies 
Fuck the whole world 
Let the whole world blow me 

Fuck you bitch 
Fuck him 
Fuck her 
And if Mommy
one, is a hit, it`s called SLAM!)
But it ain`t like that baby!
Knahmsayin? I`m not havin it no more
(Doin it at the park)
Me personally,
and Ed (Ed Lover)
This is for Moo and Lil' Bronson
All tha real niggas in jail
I miss my dawg Ankie Paul
Free that nigga Flav out Park Town
Free Rico
everything went real smooth...
On a Sunday afternoon

(Chorus)
We were chillin at the park
Just waiting for the sun to go down
It was me Shylo and the homies
Ya know,
There's this park, you see, in New York
That's what this song is about
Where we used to grow up
And, um, hang around
And then we
up the old Winnebago
Baby, why don't we go
Rolling down a two-lane
Park it right, by the lake night
Catch a little moonlight
Open all the windows
day
I opened, I read it, and this is what it say
It's time for you to get yo' stack right
The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next
to sing

We were leaning, leaning on
The everlasting arms of love
Livin' all those simple joys
This Dixie boy is made of

Got my real education from
you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed. Your park was real dreamless
Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness
But all I had
everything went real smooth...
On a Sunday afternoon

(Chorus)
We were chillin at the park
Just waiting for the sun to go down
It was me Shylo and the homies
Word up hey
Word up hey
For real doh

Hey this is skitle rock
From the hip-hop barber shop
And once again that was a dedication
Sending out
these niggaz
While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits
Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga
It ain't nothing keep it real
car's fast
With my girl by my side, we can go for a ride
And find a place we can dance
When it get real dark, we can stop in the park
And have a back
Surveyors and cranes
And all that remains is a creek where
The water runs away when the rain begins to fall
A golden retreat
An idyllic
breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed
Your park was real dreamless
Perhaps you're smiling now
the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My
a charming little park
Paid for by the city
Now my brother you're a cinch
Cause when I send them, they're sent
You mean you're ready?
Suppose I hit a real