Sporting Life - Cocoa '88 lyrics

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Sporting Life - Cocoa '88 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Dog Dick] Yo, yo, yo St. Louis, Missouri Baltimore, Maryland New York City [Verse 1: DJ Dog Dick] When I look in the sky I see a hex like someone held a Baphomet high And I ask myself, "who is that guy?" Or is it just I? Drawing with my eyes There's been times I'm surprised I survived And I wonder if its an angel that blessed this Or what devil distresses with a messes mixed message in my head Stumbled ever so blessed Ooh wee, ooh wee The lights's playing tricks on me Faces and shadows displayed Drawn on every which way Make that light go away, so no contrast for shadows to play There's no contrast for shadows to play [Hook: Hak and Wiki] Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for days pay, willing to listen not kick it for days Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for days pay, willing to listen not kick it for days [Verse 2: Wiki] Immaculate exam Winner gets iller, gets bad as a patient In the hospital bed, hospital, hospital bed about to be vacant Not cause hes healed and better It's real he's dead, I said, "It's sad ain't it"? My bad, I'm so good, f**a so good so good you had to hate it Some had to lump it Had to shrug it up to the point had to bump it No man ever mastered nothin' That mentality's disaster comin' 6 bars and you braggin', done it You a casualty, had it comin' Loot and had to be [?] Move over, I decide to come over and blast the subject You old and catching up, you wack as f** that (you wack) Twitting instead of [?] fishing and catching nothing Whether it's rhymes or whatever you find Whether I'm wetting the rain or sweating the shine The weather is fine, for peddling dimes [Verse 3: Hak] Oodles of charm, kudos to mom (love you mom) Lullabies on my arms, platinum plaques? in my palms [?] rising riding the bar Dropped out sing songs Wanted aunt to [?] Out of many there's one, fell out of [grace?] Proved that it's fun First thing you know straight to my tongue Teen years are twisted and tough Why am I thinking I'm dirt and I'm dumb Why am I proving to you that I won Tuning my ships, humble and young Severed the knot, started at sun Root in my mind, let me run Like father, like son City decides payments Paddling [?] sprayin' with guns Thought you'd forget me would have never spared Looters on Lenox, laying with bums Looters on Lenox, laying with bums [Hook: Hak and Wiki] Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for days pay, willing to listen not kick it for days Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for days pay, willing to listen not kick it for days [Outro]