Hey, your name Blaine right? Hook a mothafucka up with some bass
How many times have you on the Deck Getting wrecked And waiting to collect a cheque Knowing that's as good as life is ever gonna get Knowing when you from a park It's in your blood It's in your sweat Debts and doubts and bets and bouts of insanity Is it society or is it just vanity? That makes plan to be the man that I plan to be Instead I can't see The forest right in front of me For the trees, it's a social disease And all them other emcees are my back like fleas? Please, J to the R-O-C It's so hard, OLP ain't even getting royalties from me Help my fuck They gonna come get me? Steal a whole album worth of samples cause they let me Cold stole a diamond ring to make my girl my wife, wife That's trailer park life
Raine Maida
Pool in the backyard Where the kids play They're only 10 but acting hard, all day Cause the apple don't fall far From the tree Whatcha think? They grow up and write their SAT's? Be Gretzky's or race jet skis professionally? Nah dog, for that you need opportunity And in the park when opportunity knocks? Open up it's the cops (Fuck them!) And lemme tell you cause it's damn hard to thrive yo When everywhere you turn you're confronted by the 5-0 Denied the right to be a saint Now ask if I'm with that shit Cause I ain't They found 10 grams Seize my whip and take my knife That's trailer park life
Another hot and sticky day in Sunnyvale Julian and Ricky cold busted outta jail First stop the LC to buy they rum and cokes Rolling around in the Shitmobile Tryna bum smokes Back to the park Always theirs to reclaim (Yo what's up J-Roc?) I'm at the top of my game (J-Roc, remember the time that you directed that porn?) I had my shirt off, and shit out But kept the lights on (No J-Roc, the porn that you made) Well them suckers got sucked And the players got played (That's the one) I'm still kicking it You know that I been though From sixth floor school book depository window Spraying rhymes on the grassy knoll down below It's a sin though Suckers can't see My rhymes are the branches And I am the tree This shit is dope b Ain't got no candy So you best get out my eyes Before I take you down like Bambi My rhymes are harder than that big ol' gut on Randy My joints are tighter than the nerves on Mr. Lahey I jack my chips from Trevor and Cory (Gimme them chips!) Sorry Walk a mile in my nikes And feel the pain and strife, strife That's trailer park life Trailer park life
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