the park (fresh air)
cunninlynguists
the park bout to pop like fish grease
full to the gills like a hooked up six piece
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
the children skippin rope
miss mary mack dressed in black
sweet cadillacs with their backs sub slappin
puppy love couples cuddled with their clothes matchin
sometimes pull ya ass over just to tell ya
amongst the rose and azalea
y'all congregating like martin king in selma
just trying to have a good time like james or thelma
is outshined by what coming together could equate
see my kynfolk that stood with me
crown on leather and wood display
my queens dressed for impression
that's god sendin blessin
more than playboy needs hef and
more than your lungs need breaths of
it's getting cool but the coal's still red
stripes and patron on chill
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
as hot sauce stays on my fish
playas gamin like live on 'em
dj on the mic got the slide goin
soul train line moves like the glide throwin
find something fine to poke on
hickory smokes gone off the rotisserie
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 parkin lot
where trunks knock a lot and weed spark a lot
summer breeze in need like benji's and jackson's
instead pennies are stackin
to how peoples relaxin in orderly fashion
then you ought to be passin
got a cell you can stay in
can this night go off right? i'm prayin
hear these words that i'm sayin
on this day can angels party without satan