Lyrics:
of the park
I run tings (I'm the best in the middle)
From fifty yards I done tings (Woo)
I score goals in a season (yeah)
Pray your-goalie season
(Oi you wanna
extending my
Hand that boy's a rat
And I don't party in them
Clubs where informants at
Cause they watching, and the listening
And they plotting with they
smooth in the scene
(I'm the best at back now)
I dare one of you slide me
Because in the middle of the park
I run tings (I'm the best in the middle)
From
number one fan
Yeah I'm like your beyhive
Your yellow wall
supporter's club
BVB will stay high
That's a football metaphor
I'm only tryna say that
I'll be
your cellars
I am your number one fan yea I'm like your Beyhive
Your yellow wall
Supporters club BVB will stay high
That's a football metaphor and I'm
the time we got
Call the football numbers that's why we watch
Trees the same colors as a Hi-C box
And everybody on fire that's why we hot
Ice
Ham Football Club, get in the geezer mode, yeah?
This side, you're Millwall, yeah? You two, you two hate each other
You two are gonna beat each other
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Shorty Malcolm a play football fi Jamaica fi bout twenty year now boss
Him a play dung a Mo'Bay before mekin national team boss
Whole heap a run him mek
It’s all headlights, it’s all Friday nights,
It’s all football, it’s all hey y’all,
It’s all muscle car, it’s all shitty bar,
It’s all honkey tonks,
a road
At the end I would win lots of pots of gold
Days, when I used to have my play clothes on
I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron
But
on,
I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron,
But you've learned what the herbs do.
Breaking curfew,
Hit the park when it's dark, make it
Whenever they come to thought
In the middle of the night
Anotha joint I gotta spark
Reminisce on them days
We pass the J in the park like
Pass that pass
Whenever they come to thought
In the middle of the night
Anotha joint I gotta spark
Reminisce on them days
We pass the J in the park like
Pass that
?bout)
It?s the end of the night, and I?m thinking you might
Wanna leave the bar, park the car, turn into a porn star
Yes, I?d love to hear about your
football but na we dey ball pass
Middle fingers goes to my Haters
We here for the money talking papers
If e no be money you dey talk see you later
As i dey
injured
At every freaking contact (Dickhead)
Hey yo Harry it is football
It ain't no Mortal Kombat
This is MUFC not the UFC
One of the biggest clubs
Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they
the hood
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months now I'm trying to get a block
Fuck football I'm going down another path
Couldn't past the test
brother was good at football before he became an inmate
He went to the state pen', he wanted to go to Penn State
Middle school, we pullin' up on campus in
bustas, marks
Saps, suckas, haters, sars
Well I'm at a park, at a club after dark
At a football game, your date in the parking lot
Them hoochies know
RS2!
You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down
I never give you my
the hood
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months now I'm trying to get a block
Fuck football I'm going down another path
Couldn't past the test
like football and porno and books about war
I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my
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