The Garden - Chords

Sup?

Goddamn it’s hot in here

Now, it’s my garden right here

You’re all accordingly invited to a little party in my honour

So give yourself a little round of applause just for being here

Golf clap or some shit

Just make sure you don’t step on my herb garden on the way in

That’s really important, I don’t want you to fuck that shit up

Just go to the back

I suggest you just travel a little ways up further there

You know, past the hibiscus bushes and shit

All the way to the patio, get yourself a boat drink and just relax

Pardon me while I dance in the garden around the mansion

It’s harder than you imagine so be sure to (Look out)

For fallin' rocks, Venus fly traps and labyrinths

Straight hiphop, no gimmicks, no manuscripts

No faggot shit just a true b-boy

No ice, I got glow like Bruce Leroy

And I just wanna lay the ground rules down

Keep your seats, I own the fuckin' sound booth now

Cool down, chill out, unbutton your vest

I breathe beats and rhymes I ain’t fuckin' with techs

For real, I ain’t even duckin' and weavin'

If I hear a round go off, I’m like «fuck it I’m leavin'»

Right back to the place where it started

All the true heads will always be safe in the garden

And I know this.

But you know what?

I got like a 30 foot thorn hedge around my shit

I got a?

moped?

I even got ???

by the entrance so don’t even try no shit

You gotta be real to step up in here

Enjoy the goddamn show