Canal by The Weather Station Lyrics
[Verse 1:The Weather Station]
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
And fuck rap, son, it's rap, by far
I put the U in truth with a turn
It's a life for a life when they come
To skip the viruses, installed the patches
You tootie, fruity, tootie fruity
Backstage, we slingin' V.I.P. passes
I love the booty
Ashes to ashes
Shoop the local Wendy Cooper loopy
I'm spendin grands down in Rio
Fear no man, hear no command
Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Gold medals won, for the character I'm preferably hung
They're made to еntice
Livin' in the city, wherе the G's die young
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
Bang or ball bang or ball
Those who keep insistin they know it all
[Verse 2:Judah Berman-Roberts]
Blank out, meanwhile, uncontrollable now
And hurt yourself, over-exert yourself
Kid Rock and I'ma let you know
Alcoholic addict, never tried to change himself
Fill your lungs, matter fact run your chain hoe
Used to hustle underground makin' moves myself
I worship You, recognizing you are power and might
Aight you motherfuckers, everybody, gonna get some of that light
And put on that shit you came up in here with
For the tortoise who passes the hare on last lap
The bitch need a facelift, for this race myth
Sit back slap a bitch, Kool G. Rap
With the rock, non-stop, like 12 O'Clock, you confronted with
Yo son, my man, I didn't dig the trap
We keep it nice and smooth Rakim like Eric B
Wreckshop trend setters, and see this how it be
Who tryna snitch you, fuck ya'll, you heard me
Some hate, and try to knock me
Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see
End the pain, I'll make you see
Now tell me the fuck else you got free
Never was in a posse never wanted to be
For real your ass chill and that extra weight is sexy
It's mandatory that I can rock your world with c
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
And fuck rap, son, it's rap, by far
I put the U in truth with a turn
It's a life for a life when they come
To skip the viruses, installed the patches
You tootie, fruity, tootie fruity
Backstage, we slingin' V.I.P. passes
I love the booty
Ashes to ashes
Shoop the local Wendy Cooper loopy
I'm spendin grands down in Rio
Fear no man, hear no command
Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My dog's unbreakable like dice
Gold medals won, for the character I'm preferably hung
They're made to еntice
Livin' in the city, wherе the G's die young
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
Bang or ball bang or ball
Those who keep insistin they know it all
[Verse 2:Judah Berman-Roberts]
Blank out, meanwhile, uncontrollable now
And hurt yourself, over-exert yourself
Kid Rock and I'ma let you know
Alcoholic addict, never tried to change himself
Fill your lungs, matter fact run your chain hoe
Used to hustle underground makin' moves myself
I worship You, recognizing you are power and might
Aight you motherfuckers, everybody, gonna get some of that light
And put on that shit you came up in here with
For the tortoise who passes the hare on last lap
The bitch need a facelift, for this race myth
Sit back slap a bitch, Kool G. Rap
With the rock, non-stop, like 12 O'Clock, you confronted with
Yo son, my man, I didn't dig the trap
We keep it nice and smooth Rakim like Eric B
Wreckshop trend setters, and see this how it be
Who tryna snitch you, fuck ya'll, you heard me
Some hate, and try to knock me
Who can tell ya some shit that ya mother'a see
End the pain, I'll make you see
Now tell me the fuck else you got free
Never was in a posse never wanted to be
For real your ass chill and that extra weight is sexy
It's mandatory that I can rock your world with c