serengeti - business lyrics
when i fashion design, you should see my looks
hot dog water you can drink while it cooks
how you trying to castle when you ain’t got rooks?
i can design posters, covers, and books
i handle business
business
gotta work on waking up, couple cups of folgers
get you up and ready, looking strong in the shoulders
i match the blue and the green, tiny curls with rollers
and if life’s a video game, then your mind’s controllers
get awesome, watch how your life can blossom
a lot of activities, don’t play dead like possums
pretend you’re ’87 at the plate like dawson
gotta watch your back, just take caution
belt wеight, but take some time to combobulatе
don’t talk about your ideas, i’d rather you demonstrate
listen to the people when you’re going on dinner dates
cut out the lights, don’t always stay up so late
business
just handle business
i don’t bowl with a spin, i kick the ad serve in
coulda made it to the pros, even swim in girbauds
i could fix elevators and the drains
i can hoop and play ball, and i live [?]
played ball with jesse barfield, he made it to the jays
mark carreon for the mets, i have no regrets
cause i shine like neon, home run to the mezzanine
knocked over the nachos, the pops and the ice creams
these lessons are free of charge, like going to menards
you were given a gift card, to clean the seats inside your cars
a shop vac for the bas+m+nts and popcorn
some punk couldn’t handle the water from the rainstorm
and you let somebody eat all the kernels
beneath the front seat, said no in a heartbeat
shoulda come fed, after all, we’re headed to a spread
they’re gonna have chicken, macaroni and some deviled eggs
they’re gonna have chops, you can test em if they’re cooked right
don’t make a big stink at someone’s crib, you should be polite
one time, i went to bennigans, that’s a different case
chops were over+cooked and i was paying for the stinking plate
spoke to the maître d’ said i could have the meat for free
thought i impressed julie, but she acted sorta sadly
said it’s just bennigans, coulda gone to a different place
if i let you take me out again, i don’t have time to waste
business
[?] low on the post
pump fake and i pivot, spun round get the poke
she handled business
coast to coast drop three
when i shot i say glass
somebody else guard me
julie was right, always tripping over the small things
that seat doesn’t feel right, i think it needs some new springs
i wonder, heat hot, i couldn’t taste the spice in the wings
a whole lot of other complaints can ruin the whole evening
whole conversation with the chef about seasoning
so irritable, like a baby who’s t++thing
smoke out the ears like hawk dawson’s face bleeding
that’s more serious than how the restaurant feeding
or somebody says shaq, casually reading
telling you, listen this passage is written pretty
i read it on the bus, western ave in the city
i earmarked the page, i got excited when i saved
i didn’t think you’d blow up and go into a rage
not business
just handle business
just handle business
business
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