Lyrics:
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
[Chorus: x8]
We representin', kid, we representin', what?
DJ Scratch
What, I represent, I represent
Infinite J
What, I represent (represent)
do it to em (believe that)
[ATLANTA STYLE BABY] (listen to this why'all)
No doubt, come on..
College Park got control of me
'Cause one of these
It's us, Wamba
Sit down, I'm racist
Sit down, I'm racist
Sit down, I'm racist
Sit down, I'm racist
Rosa Parks, in the back
I'm in the front, I don't
the hoe’s tit with a cobra clutch type grip
I might flip my lid like a Canadian in South Park
Then cover up your style with a half gallon of Valspar
How far
turn now
Life is too short and too foul
Fake Brothers will get exiled
Staten Island style, chicka-Pow!
[Chorus: x2]
I drop paragraphs
the town suff
Let it rain in the park as I start the spark
Tah kick the fly rhymes and have you blowin' in the dark
...yo punk as!
chorus (x4)
Say yeah!
rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo, X ripped it"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I
in the park
Cause when we in the club
We keep it extra hot
They love the whips the chicks
The neighborhood superstars
Boys on the block
Thugs in
Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on
CHORUS
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls in the park
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for
could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for
the head with a hundred dollars in quarters
So warn a friend tell em it's on again
If it's a freestyle bust in a park I want in
[Chorus: x2]
I
alright
Facey bondaw ah tere ah plat - Padap pap
Mwen vle ouet tranche la ka bat - Padap pap
En bas deux bouteilles Coniac - Padap pap
Mwen vle ten sa ka
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
the wall you better stand tight
Full of X, AK's, whilin' in lobbys, bulletproof PJ's
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
Csi traumatized by viewing
Ali
And after two rounds
She say I'm the greatest
Shit I got so many styles
That by myself I'm a fuckin' playlist
Recognize who made this beat hoe
Cause
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
bang-bang
MC's and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats back
These
in the park you come at there you're so delayed
cm G
Who's that girl I like her style.
Repeat chorus : 2x
they style,
like they got it so sweet,
it ain't about what ya earn,
it's about what you keep,
man passes by,
in an aimless stroll,
barefoot in
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
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