Lyrics:
Fuck this city's parking authority
Leaving tickets on my car controlling me
Fuck this city's parking authority
Acting like bitches, go join
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (ooh)
I know you just actin' tough
When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I
the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz
You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim
[Ving Rhames]
Hailing from College Park, Georgia
your hands up!"
"This my own private domicile and I will not be harassed, motherfucker!"
Today, NYPD detectives were dispatched to the PLO in Park
barkin
Grab some green n fuckin spark it
Grab some green n fuckin spark it
I been walkin slow through that dog park
Down by the creek that's where
Everybody round me solid ain't a hoe in my team
This shit is new to me
I valet when I park inside my jubilees
I don't trust the authorities
I know what
to do with me and you
If I could I'd get us a big suite
Overlooking the park
Only promise I know to be true
Are the promises made from the heart
won't touch not a part of me bet on it
Them niggas belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch
Burn they bodies up for the authorities no evidence
You gon'
Columbo close the case
Chillin' with a Malbec in a lawn chair. I got the plug like LeBron hair
Hurricane kick it. Tornados to trailer parks
Harness tech in
brothers unblinking eye
Take now and you'll be giving when you die
The loose change, ripe brains,
Walking thru the park with your libido on a dog chain
Fire
From the view of the hill-top in the park after dark
The moon hung high over Milwaukee for us all to see
It's bright light casted the shadow of tall
Shit get hot
You could get sparked
In my dark grey hard top where do I park
Dogs gone bark shake yo heart up bitch
Bass jumping my shit too hard
My
condor
Times Square
Going on a trip
The ANZAC Memorial
Going on a trip
Battery Park
Going on a trip
Union House
Going on a trip
The Port Authority
Going
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
the authorities no evidence
You gon' stop f****** with them warriors from New Orleans
And I really think that it'd be better if
I just hit ya block with that
Dirty scumbags begging change and litter in the street
The smell of trash, roasted nuts and homeless in the heat
Fuck Central Park
Fuck the port authority
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it's
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it's
Authority's screaming that I must be stopped
Smash 'em over like bull dozers
Now everybody lookin' over they shoulder
Can't find me not even the Army
entrepreneurial
Along with authority there is a funeral
So let the poetry go with the burial (yeah)
Charcoal shade skin creature
They'll beat you when they see
that's how people die
Hey mark, my fade sharp, my stage smart
Braveheart, back from the dead like Ray Park
I mean, Darth Maul for y'all, you wanna step,
Good morning, midnight. This is DJ Crash Crash, and I'm here at the Dark Park Metal Shoppe getting my chrome polished. Y'all here know why we're
Good morning, midnight, this is DJ Crash Crash
And I'm here at the Dark Park Metal Shoppe getting my chrome polished
Y'all here know why we're
authority
Pack up and movin' so much 'til we don't even know where we from
Broke as a joke
We shared each other's hoes
We wearin' each other's clothes
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