Tha Park

[Chorus: Killa B]
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Early sunday mornin', mane, I just left church
Got the ribs and the grill, ten cases of that cold beer
Rollin' in my drop-thang, switch it to that gold-thang
Car wash bound, get the bank, people starin', 'cause of clean
Scoop Lil' Gin, single-aged, choppin' off the philly blunts
Chokin' of the skunk, as the twelves bumped in my trunk
Everything is cool, like this brute that I'm coppin'
I'm takin' me a break, even though the track jumpin'
Lay low, four-four on the seat, 'cause no fool gonna jack me
For my cheese or my dope
Break the Camcorders out, 211, Swish', some stout
Put her on her knees, on the tape, and on the house
Trickin' lil' women go crazy from pimpin', we breakin' their pockets and knockin' their socks off
With the quickness lickin' the slob off my nuts
Don't fuck, I smack your butt
Yeah, I'm just chillin', rollin' clean, cause pimpin'
Easy laid in the shade, players in the Park

[Chorus: Killa B]
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck

[Verse 2: 211]
Up out that trance, around by 10:30 on the sunday mornin'
I need a spliff, right about now, I'm jonin'
Phone rings, I pick it up, run your mouth
It's the Skinny givin' me the scoop, the park is gonna blackout
Horn jumpin', put [?] phone, ho
Hello, it's that step junt, and on the right places, booty like jello
Met her last night on the strip, I wanted to hit
Now meet me at the park
You and about four more friends, and she said "bet"
Break out the stay flow, and what do you know?
In our ashtray sits a joint, I begin to blow
Reached up fully, afternoon, so fresh
I got my three stripes, my brim and my fresh Guess
I I hear a horn from a shawty, looked at the time, 12:40
'Fore I grab my Seagrim
Already mixed with the Gin and hit that dope
Vapers, papers, I'm finna drink, I'm goin' in your eye with a spark
We chill like that, up in the park

[Chorus: Killa B]
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck

[Verse 3: Lady B]
Rollin' drop with switches, three wheel motion, down my boulevard
Chiefed out on this pimp, I'm stouted, Daisy Dukes to hit the park
Niggas try to swing me, get his number, seat on, he got some M-
O-N-E-Y, if he don't, now the nigga, he got me phoned
I can't even holler, hit the gas fast on his ass
Blast up another jay of hay, 'cause I'm on my way
To my neighborhood where them niggas hang with them thangs
Ain't no lames, just a bunch of players rollin' real clean
Hit the store, get a twenty-four, gulp it down your throat
Slangin' cases of that beer, just like they be slangin' dope
Bumpin' Marvin Gaye, drinkin' Alizé in the sun
Bouncin' up and down, like a clown, I'm just havin' fun
Claims low profile style, now I'm about
To hit the pancakes we had scrapped, just in case they try to jack
Full of barbecue, now it's time to leave, 'cause it's dark
Trill in Skinny's Five-O, sunday we was at the park

[Chorus: Killa B]
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck
For the niggas—
For the niggas gettin' buck