The Park - CunninLynguists

The park got the pop like fish grease

Full to the gills like a hooked up six piece

With a biscuit on the spot like a fresh toupee

For sunshine on a fresh blue day

Gents breaking out they fresh new jays to match hats

Ladies with they best do, laid and relax

Like, the children skipping rope, double dutch chantin'

Miss Mary Mack, dressed in black, hands clappin'

Sweet Cadillacs with they backs sub slappin'

Puppy love couples cuddle with they clothes matchin'

Cops passin’harass and tail ya

Sometimes pull your ass over just to tell ya

I feel yous, amongst the rose and azaleas

Got congregatin’like Martin King in Selma

Just tryin’to have a good time like James and Thelma

My cousin bang the Pac, my mama sang the Mahalia

Feels good today, all the hood’s dismay

Is outshined by what coming together could equate

Through my locs see my Kynfolk that stood with me

Dayton’s spokes, crown on leather and wood display

My queen’s dressed for impression, that’s God sendin’blessin'

Hot like the West End, Icebox on the FM

We need this, more than Playboy needs Hef and

More than your lungs need breath, uh

Fresh air

What a day

At the park

Fresh air

What a day

At the park

Fresh air

It’s gettin’cool, but the code still red

Stripes and Patron on chill, my folks all fed

Ladies, what it do?

Fellas, what it is

Oughta have a blue carpet for the A’s on the list

Got the bootleggers tryin’to appraise me some shit

Like twenty dollars can put sunrays on my wrist

And fo sho', this hot sauce stays on my fish

Yo the ladies, playas gamin’like live on 'em

DJ on the mic got the slide goin'(hey)

Soul Train line moves like the glide throwin'(ho)

On the slow songs, grind, put pine in the ozone

Find somethin’fine to poke on

As the sun puts locs on, light is no mystery

Hickory smoke’s gone off the rotisserie

Physically driven all over my nose cavity

Tiffany strut as her booty oppose gravity

How do I get her without her cold slappin’me?

Have to been late in the park-parking lot

Where trunks knock a lot and weed spark a lot

And humidity’s scorching hot, will beef cook or rot?

Summer breeze, in need, like Benjis and Jacksons

Instead, pennies are stackin’and coppers’reactin'

To how peoples’relaxin’in orderly fashion

If you holdin’a rock then you ought to be passin'

'Cause they ain’t playin', got a cell you can stay in

Can this night go off right?

I’m prayin'

Please Lord, hear these words that I’m sayin'

On this day, can angels party without Satan?