Orange Water

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[Verse 1] To all my Wet Orange delegates Elephants lit, front row yellin' shit You're now rockin' with the gods of the metropolis Illadelph Halflife where the Bronx Bombers pitch Comparable to nowhere With the bounty on Essex County Don't go there We're pumpin' haze, been a deadly game, anyway Then ask me, "How often do I smoke weed?" (Everyday) 280 would get bombed and buffed And bombed again before the paint could even dry up In Jersey, where the air is like mud You couldn't think of a nicer place to get mugged [Chorus] There must be somethin' in the water in West Orange That breeds such avant-garde kids looking to start shit In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs Essex County, America's armpit [Verse 2] Long before John Crawford was on the junk And Division East Enterprises was on the up I put five on the dub puffs, bust to the cottonmouth Got me so dry that my voice started droppin' out And don't forget the bullybox Who spit it back and forth On the benches by the Stagg Field basketball courts Concocting a bag of tricks so hefty The question wasn't "Can we succeed?" but "When we do Will we maintain true to the path we paved And pantie-raid pussy DJs who got trashy breaks?" I would smash forty bottles So the next people to ball knew that somebody was hostile Nowadays, shit I used to say a stag after hours blazed Inspire the next wave So when I'm backstage taking elephants to the face I know some other kids are drinking at the benches underage [Spoken Word: ?] I love this town I love this town just like loving a hamburger on a sesame bun Yeah, yeah (inaudible) [Chorus] There must be somethin' in the water in West Orange That breeds such avant-garde kids looking to start shit In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs Essex County, America's armpit [Instrumental Outro]
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