the park (blue sky black death remix)

the park bout to 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 their best doo laid and relaxed like

the children skippin rope

double dutch chantin

miss marry mack dressed in black hands clappin

sweet cadillacs with their back sub slappin

puppy love couples

cuddled with their clothes matchin

cops passin harrass and tail ya

sometimes pull your ass over just to tell ya

our failures

amongst the rose and azalea

ya'll congregating like martin king in selma

just trying to have a good time like james or thelma

my cousin bangin pac

my mama singin mahalia

feels good today

all the hoods dismay

is outshined by what coming together could equate

through my locs

see my kynfolk that stood with me

daytons spokes

crown on leather and wood displays

my queens dressed for impressin

that's god sendin blessins

hot like the west end

icebox on the fm

we need this

more than playboy needs hef and

more that your lungs need breaths of

fresh air what a day at the park. fresh air what a day at the park. fresh air what a day at the park. it's getting cool but the coals 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 fa sho as hot sauce stays on my fish

on the laides playin gamin like live on em

dj on the mic got the slide going

soul train line moves like the glide throwin

on the slow songs grind put pine in the ozone

find something fine to poke on

as the sun puts locs on

night is no mystery

hickory smokes gone off the rotissirie

physically grabbin all off in my nose cavity

tiffany strut as her booty oppose gravity

how do i get her without her cold slappin me

have to be late in the park parking lot

where trunks knock alot and week spark alot

in humidity scorchin hot will beef cook or rot?

summer breeze in need like benjis and jacksons

instead pennies are stackin

coppers reactin

to how people relaxing in orderly fashion

if you holding the rock then you oughta be passin

cause they ain't playin

gotta cell you can stay in

can this night go off right

i'm prayin

please lord here these words that i'm sayin

on this day can angels party without satan