Lyrics:
"The dude, he said that, like when we were making the first Linkin Park record he was like, "Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I
back, I swear I should be dead by now (Ahha)
Looking back, I could've took my own breath out (Mhh)
But I'm alive till infinity (Yea, I'm alive)
I won't
out of the park
Where we at
This album will become platinum
So much cheese
And then it will go on diamond
Pretty please
Rolley rolley rolley Rolex
the park, rope still on my neck
I just lost my best friend carried his body in a box
Cleaned his blood out the rug, image still in my head
What's deep, I
A Town and don't you eva get it confused
Cause we the ones that sold it to
The dude that sold it to you
First album out the trunk I
Started makin some
Ay listen lil hoe
You watchin a mf pro
He go by the name zo
He been ready to blow
But that nigga took it slow
Now he hot he on go
Cant put out
suits eating on clam chowder
Knock it out the park like Eric Estrada
Remember I was shoppin' at Family Dollar
Got your main bitch Facebookin', beggin'
dreamin
Peace, I'm out, golden globe rapper low-keyin
[La The Darkman, (12 O'Clock)]
Yo, Cuban linkin, lampin at the park here drinkin
a disorder and Linkin Park's my scripture
December coming, no need to be running
The future's just ahead of us
Life changes all of a sudden
This is December
(no)
You know what we should do?
We should go get her album when it come out
There she go, there she go, there she
Hi, Missy
Hi, Missy?
What's up
(no)
You know what we should do?
We should go get her album when it come out
There she go, there she go, there she
Hi, Missy
Hi, Missy?
What's up
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
yo, what’s good?!
Pharrell Williams: What up, killer?!
KW: Shit, chillin’
Vibin’ about changing the name of
That song and trying to
Figure out what
dreamin
Peace, I'm out, golden globe rapper low-keyin
[La The Darkman, (12 O'Clock)]
Yo, Cuban linkin, lampin at the park here drinkin
Driving nascar in my back yard yeah
cnd my music goes hard when the car starts
I never put my car in park cause I know that I'll go far
So I put
since I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from
within just to live on the outside
It was Linkin Park when I was thinking dark
The Chili's for funk and Blink for Pop-punk
Hilltop is what we played in
They probably'll banish me for spittin in how I'm live it
But I'm still with my tongue out - flickin it like a lizard
Bubba like chicken gizzards; fried
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Paying it Forward...
The Older looked out the window. It was a great day to play, but which instrument? The banjo? The Ukulele? The Basuki? He
hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit
that turned out to be my discretion
I sang my heart out on that one Linkin Park song in high school
And you were indifferent all the same, I didn't even
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
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