Lyrics:
(Can we make you feel some type of way, oh, woah)
OG Parker
(Can we make you feel some type of way, way, way, yeah)
This gon' be your favorite
Sinatra spit it, rewind it and rip it
I can murder your whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Peter Parker
house Darren in da house
D Square in da house Freddie Foxx in da house
Kenny Parker you know you run beats for years
It's the Blastmaster KRS One
chemistry
You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry
You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy
But I'm a Parker so I'll play you like
[KRS One]
YES! Chillin in the place right now
Harmony and Heather be Ms. Melodie
DJ Jamal Ski DJ Kenny Parker
And of course we are gettin
Parker and Clyde Barrow
Passion levels all that it encounters
Like a drug, it needs no rhyme or reason
Blood was spilt and lives were torn asunder
in da house
D Square in da house, Freddie Foxx in da house
Kenny Parker you know you run beats for years
It's the Blastmaster KRS One stompin all sucka
court
Judge don't drop the hammer down
No Tony Parker
I came a long way from that starter
I'm thanking God cause I never
Had to ride that Marta
Now my
Young nigga just Giuseppe walkin'
House in Miami I'm kicking
Shit with the Dolphins
You hard on the web call him Peter Parker
Stuffed crust smoking
brains out, now he back to licks, half the shit, pussy
That's why I keep the rubber grip
Undercover parker, who could fuck with this? Illustrious
in Birdland, and there Dizzy was busy
Yardbird parker made it, he named it and he played it
Yes, indeed, he did
Yes, indeed, he did
Yes, indeed, he did
noms Bonnie Parker et Clyde Barrow
Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
When I first met Clyde
And days gone by
He was a loyal straight
God never listened to Charlie Parker
Charlie Parker lived in vain
Blasphemer, womanizer
Let a needle numb his brain
Wash away his monkey music
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Post me a pic, finna make me
"Baby
Oh, you gotta see this in person"
(OG Parker)
Ayy, bitch, I look better in person (person)
Ayy, can't fuck with me like a virgin (virgin)
Convention
Open up all relations (Talk about the African)
The African Convention (Johnny Parker)
Talk about the African (Blow your horn)
The African Convention
round drum right now (grrat)
Pray for my niggas court judge don't drop the hammer down (no)
No Tony Parker, I came a long way from that starter
charting (ah)
Need a Zendaya like Peter Parker (like Peter Parker)
Yeah, uh, this shit is not, but I make it look easy
Told 'em let's run it, I keep it
other lies
With our orange plastic button eyes
In a former life on a motel chair
I was Charlie Parker's teddy bear
Yeah, me and Bird we'd stay up
put the pants down and gave her lingerie a kiss
Miss Parker, Miss Parker
When you go let me (oh)
Miss Parker
She whispered in my ear right now
Then me
pas rappeur j’serais ben Peter Parker (sur le web)
En foreign ou hoopty
En tout cas une chose est sûre c’est qu’ça roule par ici
Tout est Gucci
Et si tu
Told my nigga whip a fake ID up
So now my name Parker
The feds kicked down my door
I broke my embosser
A nigga made a fake page to lurk me
He's a weird
to be a Richie Porter
You've never seen me sponging off
A rich man's daughter peter Parker
Peter Parker without the glasses
Peter Parker the way I'm
du siehst strahlendes Licht
Wenn du Parker siehst
Geh lieber aus dem Weg
Du bist kein Crewmember
Hab' es unter Kontrolle
Nenn' mich Bruce Banner
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