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Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Koreatown Oddity |
It’s the Koreatown Oddity |
My mama call me Dominique |
My pops call me 'Nique |
Some people call me K-Town when I’m out in the streets |
I call Swift my big brother and he call me Dom P |
The «P» stand for perty, if you knew me early in my journey |
You might’ve called me that |
When I was in school, my lady called my Dominic Q |
My nigga Kyle Erbe call me D.P.G |
He said «don't dim your light, they can’t stop what’s meant to be» |
I think he was talking about destiny (destiny, destiny, destiny) |
And don’t open up your mouth to say something to hate |
When I already know that your breath stank |
With the negative shit that people talk |
They really need to use some mouthwash |
And probably a water floss |
And pour some Listerine in the tank |
So many albums coming out every month at this rate |
I wouldn’t be surprised if my Granny said she was dropping a mixtape |
And she’s like eighty years old (eighty years old, eighty years old) |
She got other grandkids but I know I’m her favorite though |
L.A. is my home, my birthplace, and the only thing that I known |
As intimately as I do riding around with my mom in a riot salute |
Terry with the jheri curl tying plastic bags on his shoes |
Koreans on the roof of the California Mart with the shotguns ready to shoot |
The entrance blocked by shopping carts, you seen it on the news |
I seen it with my own eyes, in person, cause I stay two blocks away |
And still got VHS tapes from that day |
I wanna win a Grammy, not for the accolades |
Just to act super niggerish when I hop on stage |
Grab the mic and say something, have white people outraged |
And dead Nazis and KKK spinning in their grave |
And shout-out the men, women and children that gave |
Me the opportunity to do the things that they dreamed of |
Take my trophy home and then stuff it with weed nugs |
Think about my come-up and how it’s just begun |
If insufficient funds was a jazz band, I would’ve been a huge fan |
'cause of how I seen them so much |
But the higher power always came through for me in the clutch |
For that I gotta twist up a blunt and give thanks |
It’s funny how a place I was raised is my nickname |
I won’t forget where it started and how far I came |
Can’t forget |
Oh, can’t forget |
Can’t forget where I come from |
Can’t forget where I come from |
Can’t forget where I come from |
So what’s your plan, 'Nique? |
Well, you know I was thinking like, if I just had enough dough to pay rent, |
cover groceries, you know what I’m saying, get my weed here and there, |
you know and some records, and some kicks every so often, you know. |
Shit, I guess everything else would be extra |
Dominique, son. |
Let me help you. |
There is no extras. |
Everything is prevalent |
right now in this existence. |
Better yet, son. |
It’s about chasing the spirit. |
Chasing the spirit. |
Chasing the spirit. |
Chasing the spirit. |
Chasing the spirit. |
Chasing the spirit. |
Chasing the spirit. |
Chasing the spirit. |
Chasing the spirit |