Lyrics:
grade one
He died on impact, I'ma die tryna make one
Opportunity ain't there, but I'ma take one
Real shit, poster child for the hustle, poster child
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
the fuck up like a real nigga should
I gotta boss up and put on for my hood
First things first boss up and get this money
Influenced by the city so that shit
yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap
in air park
Bitch I'm Black Caillou but I am a Josh star
If she call me by my government she'll get me rock hard
Ima rockstar baby ima rockstar
She
She got real excited, yo she started to flip
She says 'Dre baby 'Dre baby oh
I said just relax, yo chill Mo
We made a right turn onto Central Park
and you
Don't tell nobody else
Won't tell your other man, when you say you by yourself
That what you really meant, is with somebody else
No I can't hate
'E tallies all the nutty thoughts I have, in a pesto
And all I feel is blue and see red, like Im pedro
Father, I'm praying for the sin in me
Our
to living in my car, I would try to park and hide
Then pray to God nobody would walk by
I would wake up every morning before the sunrise
Do you have any idea
And all these mommies look fly today
And all we wanna do is get by today
Heyyy
We're gonna have a good day
And ain't nobody gotta cry today
'Cause
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens
I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb
I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
Oh, oh, oh, ha, ha
You know what this is right? This the real hip hop
None of that watered down shit you used to
Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace
to another motherfucker out my squad right (Who dis nigga, man?)
Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc)
He resides in College Park (College Park)
But for
to another motherfucker out my squad right (Who dis nigga, man?)
Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc)
He resides in College Park (College Park)
But for
at his store wit Lo and Spazz, we run the bridge for real
Mizzy smoke you like the Blizz he bought for 1.06 for real
Grew up on the Wood, right by that
means, hold it down for your peeps
We elite, podiatry how I show them all defeat
These niggas is bunyons, corny
I do this shit for the future princes
catch 'em kickin' it at the park a lot fuckin' with Dank
Dank was real just a hardcore nigga
Shot his bitch up 'cause she drank all the liquor
Seen him
Aye okay ayee
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah damn this is the protgy
Woah fam hit the photography
Whole thing taken by a hiss from the slatts
Taken by
need for
Self preservation like they don't care if they endanger people
Pull up on the curb and park, then we head inside
Just to grab a candy bar, but
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