Park Place Lyrics

Aww shit

We on our way to the goddamn park place bitch

M-Man this shit be the parking garage right next to the fucking boardwalk

You hearing this shit right now?

Listen closely, listen closely

You can hear the fucking Nibo trifecta in this bitch

Know what I mean some keys, some strings, some horns

Man this, this that real shit

Can't get this shit nowhere else I swear to you

I'm telling you man, it's that, it's that soulfood

Know what I mean

The shit that get motherfuckers going in this bitch

You know what I mean, jumping up and down,

Raising their hands in the air, shit like that man

Welcome to the fucking penultimate track

Buy some vanilla cologne

Turn it up turn it up turn it up now

Turn it up turn it up turn it up now

Feel the bass feel the horns finna throw it down

Feel the keys feel the strings listen to the sound

Turn it up turn it up turn it up now

Turn it up turn it up turn it up now

It's a race, Chevy Chase, spray the mace

Got my glasses on my face

Welcome to the park place

Welcome to the park place

Vanilla cologne all on me got a smile on my face

I want my fruit punch so you better bring me a case

Turn up the damn music, tryna feel all the bass

Feel the bass, steal a base, feel my face, caught a case

In a vase, tryna race, don't eat the brownie 'cause it laced

Gimme space, in a haste, how it taste, copy paste

Got all of the homies with me whipping to the park place

Do a maze, what a daze, eat a donut make it glazed

These bitches will never catch me I'm leaving without a trace

Compensate, computate, talk it out communicate

I'm seeing all of the C's so you see I alliterate

Cook and baste, what a waste, isn't ready gotta wait

You saying you didn't get me I gotta reiterate

Gimme space, in a haste, how it taste, copy paste

Got all of the homies with me 'cause we at the park place

Feel the vibe of the bass line

Feel the sun shinin' on you in the summertime

Feel the delicate predicate being relevant

And let it set the precedent of what we be presenting man

Feel the chill of the wind around the time of dinner

Simmer down like it's Minnesota I'm Mike Zimmer

The victory in the air, just let it go everywhere

'Cause at the park place you know that everyone's a winner!

Turn it up turn it up turn it up now

Turn it up turn it up turn it up now

Feel the bass feel the horns finna throw it down

Feel the keys feel the strings listen to the sound

Turn it up turn it up turn it up now

Turn me up turn me up turn me up now

Write in chalk, free to talk, never balk

Now we put that bitch in park because we at the boardwalk