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lord lu c n - the bodega fucked up my hero interlude lyrics

[intro: denzel curry]
ayo man, remember when we used to go to the bodegas man?
just cop a couple philly’s man
just to put the mothaf-ckin’ dutch in there, split it open
you know the dutch master k!ller n-gga? ayo
this remind me back in them summers in the 90’s man
yo let me- let me take it back

[verse: denzel curry]
i remember being posted on the avenue
mimickin’ the moves i used to see these other rappers do
that must’ve been the summer back in 1992
everglades swag with the sw-nky alligator shoes
the type of dude to lay a broad down in broad day
my kinda chick the type of chick you see on broadway
sunday mornin’ i pick her up on god’s day
n-ggas pressin’ fam, now they gotta learn the hard way
steven seagal find it hard that i’m hard to k!ll
george foreman say the word, time to guard your grill
be for real, you knew cats don’t want beef for real
talk sh-t, now i gotta call my dog jabril
you got a circle full of urkel’s all named jaleel
like a soup kitchen, b-tch we out here makin’ meals
i send ’em to the doctor, have ’em watching dr. phil
oprah police the block with a couple soldiers
everywhere i go i gotta k!ll a cobra
cut ’em off, tell the fam cut the gr-ss lower
the slow rise givin’ to the slow guys, i
on the block like mustards giving bean pies, i
just a n-gga on the block with the forte
i got the style way back in like ’88
in ’88 i was pushin’ dope
i was pushin’ cola-cola, now i push and cope
you n-ggas out here lookin’ for the f-ckin’ pope
but the pope is the n-gga that deliver dope for me
it’s the o.g, came through, low-key
lookin’ like loki, thor brother on me
you n-ggas thinkin’ that you marvels
i got a mansion and floors all marble
strong arm robbery, i’m feelin’ like arnold schwarzenegger
i take the knife in time to sort a n-gga
yeah, i sort a n-gga out like taxes
lookin’ like, who the mothaf-cka’ with the magic?
johnson, the aids, the decease came through
i [?] squeeze, if you talk sh-t [?] peace out

[outro]
yo son, yo son, stop the track yo
yo, stop the track, yo! (what happened buddy?)
look, i walked forty blocks for this sh-t
i need the chopped cheese on time
(but i don’t have the chopped cheese)
you got me all the way tight
my f-ckin’ uptown’s is scuffed
i’m hot right now (what do i have to do?)
my metro card just ran out of money
(but do you know how to do it?)
all that sh-t (buddy, buddy guy!)
f-ck a dollar cab, n-gga (listen, i did not get your card my friend!)
you buying me a f-cking dollar cab, n-gga
(my friend, i did not receive your card money, listen!)
i need that sh-t on a hero, all day
cheddar cheese, chopped cheese, n-gga
(i don’t know what this cheese is my friend! what cheese are you talking about?!)
give me my sh-t so i can get up outta here, dead-ss

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