Dumbfoundead - Shatto Park (Pop-Up Video) lyrics
[Dumbfoundead - Shatto Park Pop-Up Video lyrics]
Hi haters, I'm back from a hiatus
Don't know what my name
Is? Then Spotify later i'm a pro
You's a prototype all your rhymes beta
You rappers undecided like a poli-sci major
Been reading novels as big as bibles
In different genres
From Murakami's to how to cultivate marijuana
Been eatin better from chicken
Burgers to parmigiana
They never loved us now they try
To put their arm around us
No baby mamas and no debt
I'm a fuckin problem
Got a bitch that's mad rich in La Canada
Rumor has it that her daddy own Sriracha
If it's ever out of business
I ain't ever have to stock up
Back up, yea parker be the name
Mothafuckas try to put me
In a marketable lane
You can take all that bullshit to Barcelona
Spain
Im the head matador around these parts
It's the K
Town that is, renown that is
Got the baddest down yellow bitches around
Ya dig
I might buy you cris, but that about it
Might light your cig, but that about it
Been goin in, straight underdog
One nation, under god fuck a blog
I seen too many rappers try to suck em off
But not jon, got my own dot com
So iconic, with a flow like god
They should have my statue
On Vermont boulevard
Got a gang of broads, that look like nia long
That cook like lil b and
Fuck like bella donna
Pop pills the next morning it's ox tail
Hot pots with smells that
Leave the block filled
Got Asian homies that sell
Rock and rock grills
And still helpin at the shop
That there pops built
That side hustle there moma
Don't really know about, nah
She don't question as long as
The envelope is out
Deliver money to her door
Like the clearing house
Now that's a good son
Something she can brag about
Harvard, Princeton, Berkley and Stanford
Booked in the top schools im
Loved by the chancellors
Came from the junkyard, Asian son of Sanford
I raised these kids now they
Raise em like the panthers
I ain't sayin im a pioneer
But, I ain't sayin that im not
I was raised in the riot years, 92
While it was quiet on your block
You drive in a Passat
While Biting your croissant
Relying on your pops
To supply you with the guap
Your life is a facade you's a trust fund baby
You ain't on the list, you a plus one maybe
Catch me, wining and dining at line hotel
Pretty servers with the stripes
Lookin fine as hell
The homie roy, treat me like a top clientele
You know that's family
He never lets me buy my meals
On some goodfellas shit, Got hood yellow kids
Lookin up to a brother
Like he leads fellowships
You wanna hear a speech to achieve excellence
But my outreach tell em do as you wish
Use intuition and lose inhibitions
My major and minor were two intersections
My Professors are locked up or doped up
The ones we idolized now toast us
Used to chill at shatto park
Now im at chateau marmont
Came a long way now I'm on
Yo I'm back but for now I'm gone
Don't know what my name
Is? Then Spotify later i'm a pro
You's a prototype all your rhymes beta
You rappers undecided like a poli-sci major
Been reading novels as big as bibles
In different genres
From Murakami's to how to cultivate marijuana
Been eatin better from chicken
Burgers to parmigiana
They never loved us now they try
To put their arm around us
No baby mamas and no debt
I'm a fuckin problem
Got a bitch that's mad rich in La Canada
Rumor has it that her daddy own Sriracha
If it's ever out of business
I ain't ever have to stock up
Back up, yea parker be the name
Mothafuckas try to put me
In a marketable lane
You can take all that bullshit to Barcelona
Spain
Im the head matador around these parts
It's the K
Town that is, renown that is
Got the baddest down yellow bitches around
Ya dig
I might buy you cris, but that about it
Might light your cig, but that about it
Been goin in, straight underdog
One nation, under god fuck a blog
I seen too many rappers try to suck em off
But not jon, got my own dot com
So iconic, with a flow like god
They should have my statue
On Vermont boulevard
Got a gang of broads, that look like nia long
That cook like lil b and
Fuck like bella donna
Pop pills the next morning it's ox tail
Hot pots with smells that
Leave the block filled
Got Asian homies that sell
Rock and rock grills
And still helpin at the shop
That there pops built
That side hustle there moma
Don't really know about, nah
She don't question as long as
The envelope is out
Deliver money to her door
Like the clearing house
Now that's a good son
Something she can brag about
Harvard, Princeton, Berkley and Stanford
Booked in the top schools im
Loved by the chancellors
Came from the junkyard, Asian son of Sanford
I raised these kids now they
Raise em like the panthers
I ain't sayin im a pioneer
But, I ain't sayin that im not
I was raised in the riot years, 92
While it was quiet on your block
You drive in a Passat
While Biting your croissant
Relying on your pops
To supply you with the guap
Your life is a facade you's a trust fund baby
You ain't on the list, you a plus one maybe
Catch me, wining and dining at line hotel
Pretty servers with the stripes
Lookin fine as hell
The homie roy, treat me like a top clientele
You know that's family
He never lets me buy my meals
On some goodfellas shit, Got hood yellow kids
Lookin up to a brother
Like he leads fellowships
You wanna hear a speech to achieve excellence
But my outreach tell em do as you wish
Use intuition and lose inhibitions
My major and minor were two intersections
My Professors are locked up or doped up
The ones we idolized now toast us
Used to chill at shatto park
Now im at chateau marmont
Came a long way now I'm on
Yo I'm back but for now I'm gone