Cookout

[Verse 1]
Well it was one of those days
When I was out the way (Waze), these GPS ways got me back around the way
Call the home team up, what's up, what's all the rave?
From back home Harlem where I was born and I was raised
My new shit 'bout to drop
My wiz had my diddy bop, won't get me through the spot
Bend the corner, spin the block, you with the shits or not?
You better spot before you career's in an apocalypse
My auntie used to rock to this
I got to get some good food, music I can use it
DJ on the loop, juke box or acoustic
I don't do idle time that's for losers I don't lose it
So you don't gotta ask me what we doin'

[Hook]
Get to it!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
'17 motherfuckers
It's not a dream motherfuckers

[Verse 2]
Did you hear though?
I poured some liquor for the homies who ain't here though
Cause all a brother ever wanted was a fair go
I always had it I just had to let the fear go
And therefore
Thanks for lettin' Lux rock
Sway, Tony Touch spot
Grew up on a drug block, poppin' where the trunks pop
School of hard knocks, crack rock, jump shot
Soul Train line, electric slide, bus stop, what's not to know
Ghetto stories of the daily drama
Uh ha, he wore the whip and then he played the corner
Uh ha, he want the Beamer he might trade the Honda
Uh ha, a mama baby got a baby mama
Uh ha, been his man decorated honors
Uh ha, sleepin' with his wifey maid of honor
Uh ha, be the good shepherd and a gardener
Da da, still squeeze on ya Eric Gardner
Aaah, RIP to all the martyrs
Uh ha, you know I love my mother and my father
Uh ha, fly fellas, fly ladies are you here?
Real hair bitch

[Hook]