Lyrics Hampden Parks (Freestyle Friday #7) - e-dubble

(Ay!) (Ay!)
(Ay!) (Ay!)
(Ay!) (Ay!)
(Ay!) (Ay!)

Yeah some days, I feel unphased
Like when I'm with my friends with a cup raised
But come Monday, I got a gun raised
Suicidal, do or die, until hump day
Then I go right back at it like an automatic
More drinks, more songs, more beats to rap to
I need a shrink, I'm gone more time keeps passing
No watch, no thoughts at all, just a hat
New era, rep my P's and those O's
Need a phillies with the orange and black to feel home
From Citizens' Bank, back to Camden Yards
It's the tale of two cities and trust we go hard

Trust we go hard?
Yes we go hard
You said we go hard?
I said we go hard!
Rockin' my bob cousey's
Stockin' up on the looseleaf
The lyrics come easy but the life is a dousy
And yes I'm choosy and no I won't settle
But I still take pop-off over that kettle
'Cause I'm talkin' bigger picture
And yes I'm gonna hit ya with tha-

No shit
Speak when necessary, no I never been a loud mouth
Introvert but I insert a few wow-outs
No Nick Cannon, David Banner when I pow-wow
Hennessy, but hold the hip I'm 'bout to have a brown out
Clowns runnin' round with the make up on they face
To that I'm astringent, I been this way
New bars, new beats, yeah that's me all day
New cars, new freaks, no you keep that man!
I'm a business man, and a business, man
Obstacles made me who I am

Let loose, no truce, my boots come off
Once black paisley has made my families fortune
With a corner office and the greener pastures
Sip cheap liquor 'til I'm leaning backwards
Grip this dream you can see my passion
Rep my city no beef with asher
Blue bell, ambler help me write the chapters
I'll be home soon and we'll toast the asti
Sip ME-Mosas till me no, no my name
E-V-A
(Pfft)
I'm gone again
Back to the mansion and yes I'm home again
Rockin' in Hampden and yes you know the name
Young English, black paisley, irish toothache

Who they be?
Who they be?
Who they be?
Who they be?
Well, they be us!
Poor English, screwed up semantics
I am talking real shit, speak my language
Celebrate the blemishes
Throw away the tenative
I be on some other shit so go and tell the other kids
Tell the other kids
Tell the other kids
Tell the other kids
Tell the other kids

Tell them other kids whatever you like
It's Freestyle Friday, March 19th
Whatever, I don't even, yeah
(Is that the right date?)
Booba dooba dabba dooba beeba do doh
Rap songs, rap music, we do what we want
Wooba dabba dooba deeba dabba dooba da fronts
Yeah, now look
I just checked my, uh, checked the weather
On my phone, on my telephone
My cellular telephone
It's supposed to get up to 71 degrees today
It's supposed to get up to 71 degrees
Holy guacamole

Hey, you know
It's not a traditional saying for a rapper to say
But "holy guacamole" is underused
And, um, what I'm trying to say is
It's spring time, okay
We've weathered the storm
Happy Freestyle Friday
See you guys