Orange Water Lyrics & Chords By Gdp

To all my West-Orange delegates Elephants lit, front row yelling shit You are now rocking with the gods of the metropolis Illadelph HalfLife where the Brown Bombers Pitch Comparable to nowhere With the bounty on Essex County Dont go there We're pumping haze, been a deadly game, anyway Ask me, "How often do I smoke weed?" (Everyday) 280 would get bombed and buffed And bombed again before the paint could even dry up In Jersey where the air is like mud You couldn't think of a nicer place to get mugged There must be something in the water in West-Orange That breed such Avant-Garde kids that are gunna start shit In parks where we spit arson and spark spliffs Essex County - America's armpit Long before John Crawford was on the junk And Division East enterprises was on the up I put five on the [??] puffs to the cottonmouth Got me so dry that my voice started dropping out Dont forget the bullybox Who spit it back and forth On the benches by the skyfield basketball courts Concocting a bag of tricks so hefty The question wasn't "Can we succeed?" but "When we do Will we maintain true to the path we paved And pantie-raid pussy DJs who got trashy breaks?" I would smash forty bottles So the next people to ball knew that somebody was hostile Nowadays, shit I used to say [?] after hours blazed Inspire the next wave So when I'm backstage Taking elephants to the face I know that other kids are drinking at the benches underage