Cookout

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Loaded Lux - Rap

Cookout

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[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]

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  • Loaded Lux