Dankonia Ball

[Intro: Spose] Drink my coffee Dankonia [Verse: Spose] I can hear the clock tickin', where is Flavor Flav? Give me all those 808s, I’ll rhyme until it’s Labor Day Yeah you know how I rock Put your shit on lay away, I found a way to make away To wake up at the break of day to take it to the top ‘Cause I came from the bottom in a camper, where the table turned into a bed, bed, bed Born July 1st, I’m a Cancer, crabby when I’m not gettin’ head, head, head That shit’s stupid Like comin’ home from work and the cat’s been pukin’ Better get the Bounty Me, I get a bountiful amount of pounds when I put I down for the townies Go on the Internet, you can find the evidence My oratory stories and my territory prevalent Kinda like a “Yankees suck” bumper sticker on the whip From, um, Presque Isle to Connecticut So fuck the rest of it, the best is on the premises So step up off the precipice, and quit the actin’ negative I bust rhymes like a plus sign to a pessimist So while your readers digestin’ it I’m thinkin’ I’d make it a fact I’m kickin’ and spittin’ the track I’m sippin’ a little Aroma Joe’s, [?] the cash [?] we’re makin’ a rap I’m reppin’ a little of that I lit it a minute ago, it’s Spose, the bro, we’re sendin’ it back I figured I’d make it apparent to people that never been fuckin’ with me That I’m addicted to flip it just spit a bit of it [?] Never defeat, P. Dank, we’ve been waitin’ to break it and make it our own We gon’ keep goin’ till we can wake up in Dankonia, legally bake it our homes Stiky! [Chorus: Stiky-1] All the ladies came, to Dankonia [?] one of your homies up I’m just here to tell ya, there’s a better way ‘Cause P. Dank is happenin’, all day every day Everyday I wanna suck them titties, covered in milk girl Cover them titties in milk girl Cover them titties in milk girl Cover them titties in milk girl Gotta lap it up, lap it You gotta lap it up, lap it up You gotta lap it up, lap it up Gotta lap it up, lap it