Lyrics:
What a day at the park (The Estate Sale)
What a day at the park (Gangsta Grizillz, yeah)
I pulled up in that eighteenth letter repeat buggy
Had
to the party and Meek Mill 'em
I feel like talking my shit
Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick
I'm praying for some good rappers
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
I ain't been asleep in some weeks man
So much on my mind, it'd have a young'n tweaking
Shawty on my line, she keep calling for no reason
But I ain't
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig
Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
'In the Alley'
Driving so fast that no one could catch me
While I'm knocking "Gangsta
Bitch" by Apache
This is the mood for making
The hit hip-hop song
For a disguise, east side niggas is back
Ain't heard your new shit 'cause you niggas is whack
I came to this party all by myself
But I won't leave by
jewelry so gaudy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris
America, meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your
nigga
Waddup monee mich nigga
Baby I see you
Forreal
Young millionaires nigga
Dance to the muhfuckin music
This that gangsta shit nigga
This that player
[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you wanna murder me?
Your punk ass never heard of me
I never did nothin' to your family
Still you wanna kill a young nigga
When we fall up in the party, they know anything goes
Check my Rolex, they say I'm the man of the hour
All this green in my pockets, you can call it
bitchy
But they pass on by cuz I got killers with me
Deep in the midsts no snitches or witnesses
Just a gangsta party with
The deadliest constituents
This
can't get nothing from me
I keep it gangsta you can't bribe me with no pussy
We come from the mud and the dirty
To survive you must be grimy
Surrounded by
Back in the day 1986
Me and Mad Mike puttin' records in the mix
Doin' party after party, high schools and jam
Back before the glock was king
a rat nigga'll kill me
24 karat gold handguns, mink seats in the coupe, yes
Rooftop party with the real gangstas, spiral stairs in my duplex
All high
When we fall up in the party, they know anything goes
Check my Rolex, they say I'm the man of the hour
All this green in my pockets, you can call it
Setbacks and distractions I seen 'em by the dozens
Stay focused make connections bro and get your money
Blew some bags in my past I was just a young'n
Now
out teeth.
Twenty-one years young and I got the knack.
(You got it!) To attack, and scoop girls like a set of jacks.
Rough rhymes that rag any rap
Heh Heh
Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
Right there boy goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record
From a boy to a man to a martyr its the yard father
Party starter who can hit the bar harder
I order bacardi with dark lager
To chase that mess
Foreign cars, young with crazy bitches
Mad smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin' ill editions of that Murder I Wrote
A provocative plan can bring
Taste it again, I like it
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype
From
you tell me to go low
So I go low, (slurp), taste the shit
Taste it again, I like it
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my
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