(Intro)
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Yea
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Ah
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What the fuck ya lookin at?
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Ha!
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(Hook)
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Everybody in the place get ready for the Micall Parknsun
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You ready?
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In the dance lookin ounce out son
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Lookin around, screwed face, wotchalookinat?
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Clap, give me that weed
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Give me that cash
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Give me that peas or you get clapped
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Fuck he wants? Freeze and I need cash
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For my CDs, wotchalookinat?
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(Verse)
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Yea, he¡¯s back with the hard shit
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So high in the sky, in the cockpit
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Man¡¯s like in the tier with his chocolate
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Oh my, he desire with a drug pick, bang
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Like right in the top lit
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Just me on the beats, fuck topic
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Yes pea made the beef with the mosh pit
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Indeed with the keys I¡¯mma lock this down
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Yea, I¡¯ve come to own it
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My rhythm to the track is broken
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I¡¯m still spittin with the rap of chosen
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I keep racks spinnin til the track is smoken
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Hah, this is far from over
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I¡¯m one with the style like a doctor, water
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It¡¯s been a little while, now I¡¯ve come to slaughter
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It¡¯s a fact, now I¡¯m back with the rap to haunt ya
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(Hook)
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Everybody in the place get ready for the Micall Parknsun
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You ready?
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Bumpin around, yammin G¡¯s on bum
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Lookin around, ice crip, wotchalookinat?
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Clap, give me that weed
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Give me that cash
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Give me that peas or you get clapped
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Fuck he wants? Freeze and I need cash
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For my CDs, wotchalookinat?
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(Verse)
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This is next level perfect
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Like riot you intend with the hurtin
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Like bise in the 10 on the murkin
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It¡¯s beef like me with a gurkin
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Plus G¡¯s in the bun, you¡¯re a dumb rug
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Don¡¯t pull me a con, you¡¯ll be undone
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It¡¯s real, it¡¯s raw, you can run come
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I¡¯ve got much more if you want some
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Tick tock, count down the conundrum
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I want big pounds in a lumpsum
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I¡¯m back, I¡¯m brass and I want one
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I¡¯m blazin ash but I want sung
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Hah, prepare for the outcome
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With the flow that I hold I ain¡¯t outdone
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¡®Cause I¡¯m so old school like outrun
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I¡¯mma soon show you how it¡¯s done son
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(Hook)
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Everybody in the place get ready for the Micall Parknsun
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You ready?
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Bumpin around, yammin G¡¯s on bum
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Lookin around, food spillin, wotchalookinat?
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Clap, give me that weed
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Give me that cash
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Give me that peas or you get clapped
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Fuck he wants? Freeze and I need cash
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For my CDs, wotchalookinat?
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(Verse)
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I¡¯ll take you back to the days of the running man
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Pin tucks fonzy, all rich Cunningham
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Quasar, brave star, plus the finding caps
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E man, quinja when he turn bout cap
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I must be in, I won¡¯t lose, I ain¡¯t havin that
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Ride with em like horse with saddle bags
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If you¡¯re selling shit raw you can have it back
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Cat flix, get kicked like Jackie Chan
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I¡¯m losin my focus
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Switch flows but nobody notice
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The mic¡¯s in my hand and I¡¯m destined to hold it
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It¡¯s part of the plan to suggest that I own it
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Uh, get lost in the moment
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Take two draw to the chest then hold it
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Exhale out, I¡¯m a death man¡¯s flow in
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Inhale, takin the breath man¡¯s all in
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(Hook)
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Everybody in the place get ready for the Micall Parknsun
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You ready?
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Drivin around lookin for beef what gone
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What you lookin at sir? Wotchalookinat?
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Clap, give me that weed
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Give me that cash
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Give me that peas or you get clapped
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Fuck he wants? Freeze and I need cash
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For my CDs, wotchalookinat?
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(Outro)
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What the fuck are you lookin at boy
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Wotchalookinat?
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Wotchalookinat?
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Wotchalookinat?
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Micall Parknsun |