Lyrics:
used to do
Hey little boy, throw me the ball
The kids in the park say you're the dirtiest of all
Ain't I met you sometime before
When the old street was
to
My school with a camera
I freestyled on his DVD for
A minute then after it hit the streets
I was known as K dot from Compton
Man Hootie probably was
just might what you laid up
In my arms, in my arms
She roll down the ave to this Linkin Park
She gon' join a band, she gon' be a star
Me, I'm such a fan
been hoola-hoopin' baby
Finger lickin', sweet as creme brulee
Puerto Rican mamis, Cuban linkin'
You know, damn well, yeah
Every time we get
can play a new part:
Develop new DVDs, new books, new art
Open new food marts with hip-hop
Food charts and food carts
Playing 2Pac while you shop (Do
the block
Rock a crowd like we linkin park
Spent a lot of time the dark
Working black magic no voodoo talk
Feeling like that wizard who got stuck in oz
Could
transcriptions or tape recordings")
(Clip of Motown song "Mr. Big Star" fades into lyrics)
You can hear the music
Of the AM radio
The VCR and the DVD
There
overboard, used to be my kinfolk
Now you sleeping with the motherfuckin' fishes
(Swimming with the mothefuckin' fishes, what the business?)
These niggas
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
I strangled
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
don't need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin' flat on the road
And the helicopter goin' by
And I'm
a ride and carrying knapsacks
London
In the park by the Thames Drinking tea
London
Sitting in pubs and living in walk-ups
London
Learnin' the accent
Corinthians
[parody of In the End, by Linkin Park]
It starts with love
Young thing -- I don't know why
You didn't read the letter our Lord supplied
Oh babe, meet me in Tompkins Square Park
I wanna hold you in the dark
One last time
Just one last time
And oh babe, can you tell what's on my
asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you're wonderin')
Chea, I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
creepin', with them fours on the linkin'
Got money on my mind, and I don't know what you niggas thinkin'
I play Jaws, one through 'm all
Hit a couple
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
I strangled
Damn, girl, with your sexy ass, haha
Let me holla at you
(D.A. got that dope)
It's one of those kinda nights
Yes, this beat's takin' me back
whatever you want
And in this place with my homies we're home
Out in the field by this old park bench
It's been here for years and years
And still it makes
'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us were dead
'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead
Alone in the shadows, of a willow tree
I watched from the dark
As you crossed through the park
Coming closer to me
Those brief moments return
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