Ghettosocks, Dave Plowman - Pink Lemonade lyrics

I don’t just shine
I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend
To date i need an ice-cold
Chick, not just any babe
But, if life throws you lemons make
Lemonade ‘Ghettosocks is the illest’ tagged
In the girls’ bathroom by your
Main-squeeze after I killed it

Yo homie, pay attention ‘cause I got
Something clever to say
(on point like every letter was ‘A’) when
I’m on stage kids reconsider their fate
And make changes on the spot to be
Better and great count Sockula Esquire
Got grand imperial boom in your mouth
Like a cereal spoon yea
I used to know serious goons
Who would get coked-up and
Go nuts like Dennis Leary would
Do as a youngin’
I would make missions over to
Hull where I saw
A guy double-bottled over his
Skull split cheap pitchers
Kept pounding ‘em out spending all the spare
Change that we found in the
Couch word - I’d play the wall
And straight spy on chicks
(that weird rap dude on some ‘science shit’)
‘just drink ‘em pretty’ was the
Line I’d get from the older cats
- back then I was sick

I don’t just shine
I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend
To date i need an ice-cold
Chick, not just any babe
But, if life throws you lemons make
Lemonade ‘Ghettosocks is the illest’ tagged
In the girls’ bathroom by your
Main-squeeze after I killed it

I work magic in my purple glasses
Rockin’ ‘em lens-free since
I first hit classes if I drop a hot verse
Your sister’s purse is ashes when I
Flip that 16 for the Turbo
Graphics got the G5 MacBook
Pro with new speakers
Upped the limit on the Mastercard and new
Visa, got the keys to
Your baby mama’s two-seater
Plus a fine-arts degree up the sleeve, but
Who needs it? When your
Game’s this tight they
Pay for the flights, edimame, the nigiri
Every grain of the rice what
You’re paying for that
Gear ain’t the same as the price as
What I get it for laying waste to the
Mic as day turns to night I’m getting
Tight with your ex my name’s in the
Lights ‘cause I’m nice with the text
Eventhough they spelled it wrong
(like with an ‘X’) I’m laughing ‘cause they
Spelled that shit right on the cheque, ha

I don’t just shine
I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend
To date i need an ice-cold
Chick, not just any babe
But, if life throws you lemons make
Lemonade ‘Ghettosocks is the illest’ tagged
In the girls’ bathroom by your
Main-squeeze after I killed it

On the neigbourhood corner is a kid
To kick a funky rhyme
With any type of backing track today
It’s not country time the
World is mine just like I own
The map, tour de force
Four sides, microphone, phonograph write a
Poem, show the rap
Light is shone upon the back of
An omen it’s over half
And is known as a glass - open thatand then
Turn your cans down
Stupid it’s not def and you can’t hear a
Damn sound my man’ll lounge and watch
Your finished hook begin to fail while I
Chill and cut some records like
Guiness Book finger nails it isn’t stale or a
Minute Maid when I spin the plate, and
Sit and wait while you
Disintegrate in the shade
Of pink - or more likely yellow
That cool refreshing drink from
An unsightly fellow
With greased elbows - concentrate I
Hold the seconds amateurs get chained by
Their own hung gold records and

I don’t just shine
I eminate bright beams over girls you pretend
To date i need an ice-cold
Chick, not just any babe
But, if life throws you lemons make
Lemonade ‘Alpha Flight is the illest’
Tagged in the girls’ bathroom by your
Main-squeeze after I killed it