GDP - Orange Water lyrics
[GDP - Orange Water lyrics]
To all my Wet Orange delegates
Elephants lit, front row yelling shit
You are now rocking with the
Gods of the metropolis
Illadelph HalfLife where the
Brown Bombers Pitch comparable to nowhere
With the bounty on Essex County
Don't go there
We're pumping haze, been a deadly game
Anyway ask me, "How often do I smoke weed?"
(Everyday) 280 would get bombed and buffed
And bombed again before the paint
Could even dry up
In Jersey where the air is like mud
You couldn't think of a nicer
Place to get mugged
There must be something in
The water in West-Orange
That breed such Avant-Garde kids
Looking to start shit in parks where we spit
Arson and spark spliffs
Essex County - America's armpit
Long before John Crawford was on the junk
And Division East enterprises was on the up
I put five on the puffs to the cottonmouth
Got me so dry that my
Voice started dropping out
Don't forget the bullybox
Who spit it back and forth
On the benches by the
Staggfield basketball courts
Concocting a bag of tricks so hefty
The question wasn't "Can we succeed?"
But "When we do
Will we maintain true to the path we paved
And pantie raid pussy DJs
Who got trashy breaks?"
I would smash forty bottles
So the next people to ball
Knew that somebody was hostile
Nowadays, shit I used to
Say after hours blazed inspire the next wave
So when I'm backstage
Taking elephants to the face
I know that other kids are
Drinking at the benches underage
There must be something in
The water in West-Orange
That breed such Avant-Garde kids
Looking to start shit in parks where we spit
Arson and spark spliffs
Essex County - America's armpit
Elephants lit, front row yelling shit
You are now rocking with the
Gods of the metropolis
Illadelph HalfLife where the
Brown Bombers Pitch comparable to nowhere
With the bounty on Essex County
Don't go there
We're pumping haze, been a deadly game
Anyway ask me, "How often do I smoke weed?"
(Everyday) 280 would get bombed and buffed
And bombed again before the paint
Could even dry up
In Jersey where the air is like mud
You couldn't think of a nicer
Place to get mugged
There must be something in
The water in West-Orange
That breed such Avant-Garde kids
Looking to start shit in parks where we spit
Arson and spark spliffs
Essex County - America's armpit
Long before John Crawford was on the junk
And Division East enterprises was on the up
I put five on the puffs to the cottonmouth
Got me so dry that my
Voice started dropping out
Don't forget the bullybox
Who spit it back and forth
On the benches by the
Staggfield basketball courts
Concocting a bag of tricks so hefty
The question wasn't "Can we succeed?"
But "When we do
Will we maintain true to the path we paved
And pantie raid pussy DJs
Who got trashy breaks?"
I would smash forty bottles
So the next people to ball
Knew that somebody was hostile
Nowadays, shit I used to
Say after hours blazed inspire the next wave
So when I'm backstage
Taking elephants to the face
I know that other kids are
Drinking at the benches underage
There must be something in
The water in West-Orange
That breed such Avant-Garde kids
Looking to start shit in parks where we spit
Arson and spark spliffs
Essex County - America's armpit