Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Garden, artist - Chords.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
The Garden |
Sup? |
Goddamn it’s hot in here |
Now, it’s my garden right here |
You’re all accordingly invited to a little party in my honour |
So give yourself a little round of applause just for being here |
Golf clap or some shit |
Just make sure you don’t step on my herb garden on the way in |
That’s really important, I don’t want you to fuck that shit up |
Just go to the back |
I suggest you just travel a little ways up further there |
You know, past the hibiscus bushes and shit |
All the way to the patio, get yourself a boat drink and just relax |
Pardon me while I dance in the garden around the mansion |
It’s harder than you imagine so be sure to (Look out) |
For fallin' rocks, Venus fly traps and labyrinths |
Straight hiphop, no gimmicks, no manuscripts |
No faggot shit just a true b-boy |
No ice, I got glow like Bruce Leroy |
And I just wanna lay the ground rules down |
Keep your seats, I own the fuckin' sound booth now |
Cool down, chill out, unbutton your vest |
I breathe beats and rhymes I ain’t fuckin' with techs |
For real, I ain’t even duckin' and weavin' |
If I hear a round go off, I’m like «fuck it I’m leavin'» |
Right back to the place where it started |
All the true heads will always be safe in the garden |
And I know this. |
But you know what? |
I got like a 30 foot thorn hedge around my shit |
I got a? |
moped? |
I even got ??? |
by the entrance so don’t even try no shit |
You gotta be real to step up in here |
Enjoy the goddamn show |