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Cornbread

Freestyle Fellowship

Inner City Griots

1993

Looking for the Acapulco pot of gold
He blazed I raised little bastard got me floated 
Hit the road and had to hitch w/the son of a bitch who turned into

appalled

Because I'm a party boy
Don't really be up in the club
Unless I'm getting my money up
DJ gave me another cup
Filling up a chocolate Dutch
Mixed up

on my bus she keep on staring at my eyes
Pop up on em in the bushes Michael myers bitch surprise
Nigga running off on my gold plate his teeth just like he

We catch him laggin' (Yeah)
Double Dutch
Now we back in
Was caught in traffic (Uh, yeah)
Bitch I ain't slacking
Niggas always taxin' (Yeah)
I just fax

vortex
To reach the next nebula
Land in a pot of gold
Church of ultimate Shiva
Like the old times
Rock star on anesthesia
My candy cane brain reaches

a stopwatch
When time magazine puts awards in my hand (timeless)
GE terminal three, gold medal for Vessel, bring back goods for the clan
Came back from Dam, put

on my way
Maybe one day I'm a change. Doubt it though
Searching for that pot of gold. Bowl was full of Lucky Charms
Now these niggas upping arms like

Willow
Smoke the Raw used to smoke the cigarillo
Don't smoke with the dutch, shawty talk too much
I'm walkin' with a limp but do not need a crutch
Had

running like I jumped in double dutch
Street flavor rhythm but he country as fuck, ayo
Who know the challenge of tryna toe up the balance
Tryna find

asking who coming for best
I told em I'm him in the flesh
Traveling straight from the west
Transatlantic on my eurostep
In Holland just rolling a Dutch
But

checker board
Try not to eat too heavy, chicken and shrimp spaghetti
Life is like Double Dutch, jump in before you ready
Do what's gone get you far, not

double Dutch
I'm worth my weight in gold
Your cold shoulder ain't cold
Four bitches four walls
You know I'm giving my all
I ain't made it for da dime play

swag is on a million
All this yellow gold and I'm looking a Simpson
I move with precision I ain't worried about a collision
I'm in a perfect position
In

Dropping the roof, blackout the tint
Gold on my tooth, cost me ya rent
calling her boo, she calling me friend
It's not love or lust she can fuck on who she

lines, give it time they will slowly turn into gold
With Korean concentration I'm a prisoner, that is very cold
From the camp no lightbulb in this lamp

she like to rock the gold lace
We need that dough before plotting on our own place
Paying bills first
Better make the skills work
Mils in my kills peep

On a higher ground while my niggas lurking
Smoking gold blunts while I'm silver surfing
Oops pardon me I flew by ya
Got you coughing like Snoop by ya
High off

touch Gold Goose
Spinnin' and spinnin' I'm goin' vroom vroom, hop off the flight and I'm onto the cruise
Grra, grra, grra, grra, get sturdy and fuck with

Only met a few months now you talkin' bouta a baby
Try to play and like a dutch boy we gone blaze em
Niggas always got they hands out talkin' bout

some strange
You're like King James, 4 rings, and gold chains
But I don't give a fuck
Still some shit that we have to discuss
Shit deck man? I still

Yo, pass me that Dutch before I throw a fit
Ten on the fit, twenty on wrist
Fifteen-two grams, filled up a blick, one already lit
It's Hub and its

Yeh until I took a half n doubled up
I hit the block with two
Like double dutch
Junkies knock at my door
Momma fussin
All a nigga wanted was sum money

being hoey
With all of my homies
I don't want a gold digging bitch digging on me
Always money hungry
Hide the money on me
I ain't got shit
Like fifty said

coochie like it's Double Dutch
Y'all niggas can't fuck with us
Y'all ain't on my time
I'm smoking on Zaza
Y'all smoking on cigawettes
Pussy nigga I been