Spose - Dankonia Ball lyrics

[Intro: Spose] Drink my coffee Dankonia [Verse: Spose] Yo, 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 sh** 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 getting head, head, head That sh**'s stupid Like coming 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 s**" bumper sticker on the whip From, um, Presque Isle to Connecticut So f** the rest of it, the best is on the premises So step up off the precipice, and quit the acting negative I bust rhymes like a plus sign to a pessimist So while your readers digestin' it I figured I'd make it a fact, I'm kickin' and spittin' the track I'm sippin' a little Aroma Joe's, no figurative [droop?] in the cash You thinking we're making a rap, I'm rippin' a little of that I lit it a minute ago, it's Spose, so bro, go [sendin'?] it back I figured I'd make it apparent to people that never been f**ing with me That I'm addicted to flip it, just spitted a bit of the sh** that I put in the B[?] 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 happening, all day every day Everyday I wanna s** 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