Parkside Gardens

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Parkside Gardens

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Duration: 5:18

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[Verse 1] Parkside is the place where niggas get laced And we got mad taste and wash Jakes because they know We like to floss a lot, the whips we got cost a lot Plus it's too many niggas on the block to be just chilling We make a killing right up under their noses Fake clowns get wet down like hoses Living lifestyles people dream about And you ain't hardly seen this side until the steam come out We got a lot of hippie cats with various personalities But whеn it's on, we all in the same mind Formеd to be a straight savage, running right through beef And once we cook it up, it's too big in the streets And plus the heat was stressing cuz we out 24-70 Under the impression, we making a mess [?], it's all good, I got a legal deal Get my dogs out the street, eating good meals Tell you [?] license for the steel, now that's ill Beside, I got a license to kill But yo I still feel y'all don't understand it correctly So must I bring it to the dome to impress your memory, yo [Hook] Parkside Gardens is the place to be I start my day around the way chilling out with PSG Parkside massacre until the break of dawn and You cats better wake up and stop yawning Parkside Gardens is the place to be Doing my thing with PSG Parkside massacre until the break of dawn and You cats better wake up and stop yawning [Verse 2] [?] had a couple of casualties [?] drastically Youngest brother got stabbed, the oldest got blasted To see him in a casket, I felt like I was hit up Cold but stiff as a mannequin, he couldn't get up The hunger and anger made me sit up and start to write this Knowing that he's lifeless made me want to recite this That's one of the million reasons that we vicious Think beef is delicious, copped double sixes We don't eat, we chomping, my dogs, we stomping What you feel when you see a million Park niggas marching? Ready to rip you head off, your deadline's dead off The time is now, for you to pay or it's swept off P stands for park, S stands for side, G stands for garden Where the hell you gonna hide? In the mix of terror, find action, you know I'll find you Leave your ass dead on the ride when we never-mind you Get hiding, tough gets going, we never quit Most of my dogs is doing time as I spit I got a trick for y'all cats when you get home Plus album gonna be sitting on chrome, and you this, black It's [?], set me up like that I'm original, [?] fam, that's my physical Y'all remember who, from the day to night The Parkside massacre, yeah player, you got it right [Hook] [Verse 3] We rolling up on the side Made me mentally abused Now I roll with cold potent, with nothing to lose But the master cleaned all of my drama, we love honies The dimes, the mellow honies, straight ghetto honies I'm glad to meet ya, just popped the Moesha Because this side love to twist back but never eat ya You niggas asked if I dug the stoneface mask And spending half the time hassling and drug trafficking Not to be a bad role model like that But if I got beef, this side come strapped with double gats Coalition's like the commission, inconspicuous I'm from where getting grants for 20's the best it gets [?] never lasts, this side gets the cash You try to creep on us, you better move fast I'm from where niggas is humble, snatch your girl in front of you Look at you eye to eye like "nigga, what do you wanna do?" I'm from where they spit rounds Bullets travel at the speed of sound Guarantee the whole crowd hit the ground The haters want to play then I show em the way Cuz even on your best day, you couldn't flaunt with Andre I'm nice with this, nigga, your life is priceless Caught up in the mix of this Parkside crisis Coalition niggas stay righteous We recognize how unfortunate a short life is, yo [Hook]

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