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by The Paxtons

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[Verse – Chris] I say its real up in the bitch, I pray these skills a’ get me rich Ok for real, so even if, these spitting skills don’t get me shit You can bet yo ass I’m still blast this glass ceiling when I lift off Blast from my launching pad, a pen and pad, my bad I mean this QWERTY I be using, blackberry for my musing Putting verses to my music, don’t be scared I aint gon do ya But I’ma murder whatever’s moving [C, don’t hurt em] I’ma bruise em Chop and screw em, no T Pain, C. Butler not Bridges Don’t need Luda verses, bridges, chorus, codas, cot damn Let me cool it now, these New Edition niggas dance around Never sold a dream but still I keep a jealous girl in town Got beats by the pound, niggas wanna dap me down Say the yap get me pounds or the francs, or the euros Touch down in your town spitting cocaine puro I swear a nigga under investigation by the bureau The art world reknowned, Murakami with the mural [Spoken Rant – Chris] C’mon dog I’ma tell you how I really feel The way I really feel is, if you heard of us Heard our music in 09, and you don’t fuck with us til 2010 when we on top You’re a dick rider, you’re not a trendsetter That’s really how I feel But yo the beats, heat The flow, heat Y’all already motherfucking know Listen to what the fuck we saying Dave, what kind of heat you got? [Verse – Dave] The flow, summertime in Tucson, L’Overture like Toussaint Stunting like Howard I’m more Josh than Juwan Rap niggas numbers inflated like Chris Duhon Trap niggas wonder he brother, brick, or neutron Jimmy but the Semi on my side, no Akeem Rockets for niggas after my pockets, Yao Ming Center of attention, the letter N, capital I, G, G, A, the ER, that’s ER If hip hop dead call me Igor If hip hop bread is the measurement in 09, I’m Lyor Cohen, semi colon, they money is Seth Rogan Put the b in subtle, that there is the best slogan Look at me and wonder how he came this far From moving units in St. Louis like Famous Barr To influence and make music with famous stars Its all in a day’s work, bitch the game is ours [Spoken Rant – Chris] Nigga aint really got to say too much more after that, nah mean But we got a whole album coming up for you, ya know In case you missed the last joint In case you slept on the Members Only mixtape In case you never been to paxtonavenue Dot com that is You listening now We gon go ahead and give you a quick little recap of what we was on last year [Bridge – Scratched Samples] [Chris] My apologies I’m all star pedigree [Dave] Product of the 80s baby, its showtime [Dave] On my grind [Chris] You can find me doing me in the Chi on Aberdeen [Dave] Condo in the capital nigga that scene awesome [Dave] I’m a bad lil nigga so sue me [Chris] Coming straight up out the Chi [Dave] Born in Blue I right outside of the city [Chris] No fat, no filler in between grade A [Dave] Dave Hollywood [Chris] It’s the Paxtons baby!
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[Verse – Dave] You know I never had the fever for the flavor of another Other than the quotation that I uttered, butter for the nonbelievers, Leave a spread from Chicago to the Land O’ Lakes Engine number nine, pilot tryna get my landing straight But I gotta eat, tryna get my sandwich straight Leaving bread on the parkay, how that sandwich taste? Gotta roll, no X, no martyr, On the terrace of Lorraine, mighty healthy like margarine Shedd no tears, main squeeze bottle shape body Spread so fierce, thoroughbred legs so thick So I went against the grain for the main course Dinner never came so I’m feeling like main source A little olive oil for the dipping And I’m looking at the door as she cleaning off the dishes I was cooking for four, now they clearing out the kitchen Just a little food for thought for the niggas and the bitches [Hook – Chris & Dave] I never meant to go over your head But you know I gotta sing my song Niggas swear hip hop aint dead But the feeling been dead and gone So let me blow something back and drink my hen The show must go on and on my friend So I’ma keep shining til the spotlight dims You wanna ride nigga hop on in [Refrain – Dave] [Cmon we gon] ri-iii-iide [Don’t you know] ri-iii-iide [C’mon we gon] ri-iii-iide [One more time we gon] ri-iii-iide [C’mon c’mon] [Verse – Chris] I never made a song cry but the beat broke when I struck it Can I kick it [Yes you can] Well I’ma go in, fuck it Two tears in a bucket gotta sprinkle a little bit On the track when I touch it so you feel me like water For the chocolate [Sweet] make it rain on the beat Look for cops in ponchos, it aint Weezy Wee Its ya daily dose of me, Cee, take two of those And wash it down with the flow, I’m gifted And I’m turn it into some liquid – assets The Cash is Clay for the making, never box me in My corner rehydrate me, kicks Liu Kang Beat bang can’t out bass me, my “boom kat kat” Erratic like Art Blakely, crash, splash killer Camp Crystal Lake ‘em, the flow super ugly Kinda looking like Jason, now the hoes really love me Cuz I’m looking like paper, causing precipitation in the strangest places [Hook]
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[Hook – TeLuv] I feel your eyes on me And I’m willing to let you do anything Cuz I want you. I know you want me So baby We can get [get] it on and on [on] All through the night until the morning [Verse – The Paxtons] [Dave] Live from the Chi but reside in the district Arrive on time but the line here vicious Wait over Fly Lounge, Layover Monday Station Nine Saturday, hangover Sunday [Chris] After work Monday, call up this young thing Hit her last weekend wingman stunt game Like "look ma, I don’t mean to be rude Dave whispered to your girl I’m just hollering at you" Now true, it was the other way around But if both of em go, this West Coast going down [productions!] She say "that aint my friend, that’s my boo" I said "well shorty swing my way and bring her too" [Dave] Now I was living single like Khadijah in nine trey My girl got a girl like Latifah and Shante Since that’s all Chris then you should come with But she told you don’t know like Alicia & Kanye [Hook] [Verse – RaTheMC] Now he was coolin in Vuitton, cigar in his palm No chick on his arm, so I knew that it was on He was meant for me, a gentleman Drinks came complimentary, he sipped the Hennessey Me I sipped the Nuvo, cuz you know I gotta be aware and I can’t be played for pujo He said Ra I wanna take a trip where you go I said love, maybe we can fly to Pluto 10 Deep leather, G-Shock wrist wear Next season’s line, I’m in midair Oh yeah I’m so sincere Said you missing love, but love been here So check it why’ont you write down your number Maybe we can chill in the summer, saw you came Through in the throwback hummer [hummer] I can dig it, I swear I feel sumn like [Hook] [Verse – AP] Shorty I done been around the world, seen a lot of places Met a lot of ladies and I really lack the patience For convo - sation, if you throw it at me I’ma need that pronto, later for the waiting Freak in the sheets til your knees get to shaking Beat then proceed with the skating, gone Off to the next city, whisper to the mayor Thinking shorty wanna holla, holla, holla at a playa, and she said [Bridge – TeLuv] All I want is you just for one night Don’t be shy come through we can get right All I want is for you to be all mine Just this time, just for tonight [Refrain – TeLuv & Takiyah Butler] Just tonight, just for tonight, I can do any and everything you like Just tonight, just for tonight, I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine
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[Verse – Dave] Christened David Kenneth no baptism, the product Of my father’s ambition, hustle hard to the finish And I’m playing to win no kidding bid whist Bidding five uptown for the kiddy and I’m one suited Five to the crown and I’m hitting like a jump shooter This is my art and I’m Sun Tzu, this is my ark Nigga one, two, Noah of the flow-ers not Hov I don’t do what they wan do, I float From open to end joe, lo and behold These niggas open and end quote my style until they choke Though it ain’t about the swagger, I’d rather they have had it And lost than to never have mattered at all, so I find myself at a crossroads, be mad at em For having ambition to pass my past Or have at em consider em competition and surpass Give em twenty six miles, I outlast Defending my crown, come out fast, outcast in my wonder years Eighties baby, babied by my momma never shed a tear Had to make it here for that, never felt fear Til they said my pops probably wouldn’t see another year And I ain’t really feel the rain til it down poured Momma praying for another miracle in South Shore Thus I gotta make it, put my niggas in the Shore Club South Shore Social on vacay --- sure nuff [Hook – Sample] I gotta free my mind – As a matter of fact I gotta free my mind – We aint going out like that I gotta free my mind – We got the power to stay I gotta free my mind – Other rappers they went slip-sliding away [Verse – Chris] Ayo I fantasize like what if I aint have to worry bout The way the world is going, rent checks steady coming Doors to all my goals swung open, counting all the foreclosures Something telling me Obama aint the only one hoping Lets keep it all in focus, the hood is like an opus Nah, moreso a chain gang banging fantasia Throwing sets and colors flagrant, False flaggers violated Roll the dice, six eight ‘em, beat the odds I made it Plus I figure, since I made it try and change it Put the odds in favor, lets start with education Yeah, brothers and folks out the Chi is stressed How many cop degrees coming out the CPS? Check. I can’t call it like 976 And yes, it was written like Nas ever since My moms missed her cycle I was destined for this So I guess I’ll just be easy ain’t no reason to stress [I gotta] [Hook]
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[Verse – Chris] They said he couldn’t do it steady telling me to stop it Like fuck it joe, you should drop it instead my attitudes Like shoes when I be shopping, fuck it joe I’ma cop ‘em Promised my momma houses, promised my pop I’ll never stop Until I get it popping, failure is not an option Promised I’ll never let you down, look momma I got this If I ever said I’ma do it, I done did it If I aint done it, I’ma get it, if I aint On the road to get it I aint living, I aint budging I aint giving Nigga fuck it I am living, cop a condo in the capital Condo at the crib off Chicago Avenue Gotta get it how I live for the kids in 2022 I aspire for a penthouse floor In the Spire, none higher, I am NASA I am flyer Than your Leer, I am Mir, I’m in orbit, you are Norbit You are weird, I aint Will but I am legend, I am present I am here, hold up never fear, I am Darkwing Duck to your kids or you eighties babies I am mandingo to you ladies, Robin Hood for all you old Sherriff Sherwood haters, nigga bye, nigga later Fast lane I get over, all you lames catching odors Of the vapors in the trails of my blazers, blaze trails Get out my way, matter fact get out my lane or stay way, way back, I am kicking up dust it aint safe get out my wake ‘Fore they see you at your wake, I am Cee Nigga please don’t sleep stay awake, before you meet The cousin of awake’s opposite, I’m out to get the scales tipped When measuring my excellence, swear the flow FEMA No relief when I pitch, I’m a certified heavy hitter National pinch, American designated, yeah slay it for the clinch Touch base walk off with your chick, full swing Pennant race and here’s a guaranteed hit [Verse – Dave] Heart of a champion, it can’t be done, I did it Done it, better forever mentioned in the pantheon of winners Wanted whether never written or recorded, caught em slipping Carter, Dunnaman stutter, call ‘em Stunnaman or something Caution Summerslam or stun em, coffin Son of Sam or snuff him Killer on the reel like a snuff film nigga Eight millimeters, I got a milli Mitas That’s a eighth of my sneakers, I’m an ape, I’m a creature And you ain’t you are neither, you get ate, you get ethered Either or, renegaded on your feature fee for it Innovative on that FIFA, feet forward, I’m accepted Everywhere, flow VISA keep going on that Chinatown To Philly, so free, the beard showing, no witness Post bail, no sentence, no L’s, no Guinness So Kells, I believe I can fly, Gotham City Is my city on the El in the Chi, got them bitches On the benches make it rain on em, where is Mr. Bentley With my parasol, Paris or Tokyo, bitches Carry grudges like Toshio, niggas carry crutches If they want it with me, I will never budge come and get me Squeeze until its empty, speaking of that heat Under that front seat of that two-seater that you sheathe, nah More like the heat up in the sleeve of your wallet of CDs In the cockpit of your vehicle, nigga I will cock it and Squeeze, I am Iron Man soaring over skyscrapers Highway to heaven never dying I am flypaper Stick and move, sick of niggas, sick of you, you ain’t said Nothing slick to a can of oil and I am slipping through, you ain’t been This gifted or this raw, in the winner’s circle, win it For them winters in the Chi, When that wind chill was below Five, we gon win it like that pennant race oh-five If you with it put your winnings in the sky nigga, [What!]
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[Verse - Dave] I wish I was a little bit taller Then maybe I would’ve practiced a little more harder As a young nigga I had dreams of playing for them Hoyas Til I started bulldogging hoes and retaining lawyers Still I wanted to shop for clothers, pledge old gold Had all of it, jagged the scholarship now they refi’ing the mortgage Now we gotta hustle so that momma can afford it Momma loan adjustable and now she can’t avoid it Pause or eject and when that bitch reset Game over, no more quarters, continue or cheats left Continue with my agenda still washing sheet sets Before my girl come over once the last freak left Before I hurl, hung over from the last drink Breath on ten from the night before Chin to the sky as if the shits all well like a brim to the side I was finna stress til I learned to live with regrets [Hook - TeLuv] I aint the one to be stressing bout nothing Unless It’s bout the money you owe me Cuz mama said the cream rise to the top I’m on the grind cuz the top is so lonely And I aint going back on nothing I’ma stand my ground Heavy is the head that wears the crown Get it how I live that’s how I get down Down --- That’s how I get down [Verse - Chris] I wish I was a little bit taller Then maybe I would’ve practiced a little more harder As a young nigga I had dreams of playing for them Hoyas Til I started bulldogging hoes and retaining lawyers Cases, cases, cases, bottles, trips, court appointments Had a couple of each before I could afford them Shit aint never been sweet, but I’m seasoned to perfection I swear these niggas confection, I’m over here in the kitchen Cooking up success, hoping people will listen Trying to better my best, I swear I’m my toughest critic so Kick it up a notch, BAM! Look at my address, DAMN! Look at how he dress, DAMN! Why he so so fresh? Y’all niggas so so def, aint tryna hear nothing But I got a golden ear and that’s germane to production The only thing to fear is fear itself and that’s nothing The only thing to fear is fear itself and that’s nothing [Hook]
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[Verse – Dave] She love it, but she aint mi amor yet, I’m on here Due to the streets and they support of me and mon frère They all ears like martin with a bald head But its snakes in the grass homie, I’m on my John Deere Now everybody know a nigga like I’m on cheers I ain’t a player but I’m crushing if you aren’t clear And I really don’t save em but I’m questioning your heart dear So dip or sit your ass down like lawn chair She like what if I aren’t here, au contraire, no what if Girl you wasn’t, if you want to play the field its nothing I be on my New Edition, if it isn’t love You be on that new religion, oh my god, when I’m in them guts Cool it now baby I’m superstitious, bruises, stitches, cuts Lead to scars I can’t explain and women superficial, thus If the shoe don’t fit you struck, so if you don’t get enough Of what you need from this relation, I’m complacent with that instant love [Hook – Sample with Dave adlibs] Instant Love [they give me] Instant Love [uh huh] [My gear is in and I’m in the in crowd] [So all the wavy light skinned girls is feeling me now] [Verse – Chris] Back on the block like a runner or slave auction But I never leave my fam and I aint running from nothng Still I gotta get this cheddar tell my dreams I’m coming Tell the streets I’m home, tell these women I’m still stunting Come through killing the game like I’m a deer hunter My dear, promise I’m here for a limited time only And I gotta make time for the fam and the homies The city got my heart, never forgetting where home is They love me on the block so you know whenever I’m home its Harolds and 40s, Taurus for the hoagies Lake Shore Drive and I’m Southside roaming Yeah he been gone, but you know I’m coming back I been loving the block since legomaniacs 92nd where he at, 82nd is what raised me Ask me bout the block [It’s the Paxtons baby!] And I was born on Aberdeen so you know they always gave me [Hook – Sample with Chris adlibs] Instant Love [they show me] Instant Love [uh huh] [Streets want me to come back home] [And you know when I heard that, when I was back home]
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[Hook – The Paxtons] [Dave] You know what I’m on Monday morn red eye, raw denim fetish International dime, broke niggas jealous like Laaa la laaaa --- la laaa [Chris] You know what it is Philly for the gear, DC the residence Chitown the crib on the highway to heaven like Laaa la laaaa --- la laaa [Verse – Dave] Fly as Marty Mac, back to the future Whip game mean leave her back full of sutures I rap if it suits ya, its fees for a feature Kick game mean like FIFA Free for the hoes no fees if she ride like hemi No reload, fire like semi, so eagle Fly like Cessna, high life yessir Miller can fresh, money minute hand long Nigga yes! Minuteman? Nah you pressed Time spent baby I invest As a three piece Suit maybe TP2 on deck Followed by a little 3PC [OOOH] Fresh that’s nothing, ask am I dressed for this function I’d rather you undress into something Yes, no dress code unless those unbutton And I’ma work it out, no breaks, no lunching [Hook] [Verse – Chris] You know I had to jump on it Cant stop the spit like vomit Can’t stop Chris like you put a "t" on it at the end If I did it again, you’d call it the second coming Hit a track running, know where I’m from its C to the H to the I and I’m so Ill With no fever my windy demeanor is so chill The flow FEMA or pitch a complete game skill like There's no relief in sight, you short like Money Mike I hit em while you feed em cake like Ike I’m checking em like Nike, you neck em and don’t pipe Treat em like its February 14th every night Damn, and that aint even your wife Have some respect for yourself, get some standards for your life Damn joe, and that aint even your wife Have some respect for yourself, get some standards for your life [Hook] [Bridge – The Paxtons] [Dave] So fly she can’t get down So high we facing clouds So I will show you how to Flick after we break it down [Chris] 606 on the zip code mayn 606 so the shit gon wang Shit so sick from the fit to the kicks When the beat go juke, and pop and bang
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[Verse – Dave] She love it when I beat it like a metronome in it The boy keep her leaning like a methadone clinic I let her go livid, but I let he know I’m living In the fast lane and mashed til that letter O is given She begging for that zone so I let it go for seven Measure forty for a gram, bet it bring back eleven Never short her on the math, she a addict for the pipe Vaseline for the package baby, plastic for the white Magic on the mic, never Magic overnight But I spit that blue magic so that habit is her vice Gotta have it on that Spike thang, she don’t want the cake Like that Anna Mae and Ike scene and she ain’t overweight So I let her hold the weight, but she she might relapse If I let her have a taste, then she might be back So I let her have a taste, play the corner in that quarter Going deep in triple cover, now she want the d back [Hook – Brittany Packett] I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love baby Because I need you tonight [Verse – Chris] When she got me in the system, aint no telling If the dick got her twitching, that’s why she be yelling I be in her guts, she be spazzing out No shit, she be taking it in large amounts Spit game got her sprung, every bar’s an ounce I give her sixteen, cuz she want me to (2) pound Game full court pressure but I got her In the zone, Johnny Depp to her Penelope the way I get her blown, come correct so she telling me bout how I got her gone, she been feenin ever since I put her on Shit, she can’t help it if she hooked on Chris She addicted to me, I’m on this music shit Got a habit, gotta have it, so its hard to kick Got an itch gon scratch it like the record skipped I’m yo pusher, and I can give you a fix Hey lover, friend, homie, I can be your one and only Come and get a hit from me, shorty said now Cuz she need me, she don’t want me, can’t stand the fact She addicted to the donkey, she like the way I play Monie when I’m in the center all in her, when I put it In the air like Mary J she say my love’s no limit I could get it like I had three wishes --- unh What she don’t know is that I give it better than I get it And she admitted to be specific, she singing [Hook] [Verse – Dave] I can’t believe it --- but she can’t either See baby girl hooked like a T-Pain feature She can’t go without, so I let her play house Like DJ Pharris, is something in your mouth? Nah Dion Farris, so speechless I seen this before You need this to ween the withdrawal, I mean It’s twelve steps or twelve play She cardiac kid coming back like Elway Its Pontiac, Benz, hovercraft, or El Train If shorty wanna ride its fair game, she party all the time Like Eddie and Rick James, you’re addicted to the d honey But ain’t a muhfuckin thing funny [Hook]
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[Verse – Chris] Unh, here I come baby back to the Chi, gotta get home for the 3rd of July Know I gotta ride down Lake Shore Drive, end of the night as I’m headed back south Look to the left, see the sunrise, I put aside all the balling shit Been around the world and back again, yeah, shown love every city I’ve been Still the summertime Chi keep my high on ten, from South Shore growing up, riding the six Through Hyde Park, these niggas is under the five, I fucks with the niggas that’s Under the six, I aint really on shit, just rapping and shit, tagging and shit Lil hip hop nigga backpacking jeah, never sold no packs, aint packing shit Never felt like the block had trapped me here, only all love when I get back in Had to move away to make them ends, but I promise baby I’ma be back again Put that on whatever, I know I seem fair-weather You give me the cold shoulder, I head south for the winter Let nature take its course, we’ll be getting back together When you warm up to me, bet I’ll be back like I never left ya I been, missing you babe so when I go downtown Know it aint just for the taste, I cant wait [Hook – Oscar Wao] I’m still waiting for you to come back home So we can live this life, you’ve been dreaming of So don’t wait, another day might be too long Go slow so nothing goes wrong [Verse – Dave] Now you know its been a minute since I been back home, I been got on, though I’m independent nigga been got grown Made a home in the Lou, doing shows on U, but I’ll never leave my girl like that Ben One song And I never broke a fitted, spoke lit on stone for the brothers or the folks but I’m known From the hundreds to the low and she know I’m finna blow like a Hundreds fitted, so when I’m coming back its on Know in the summer that she gon let a nigga get a taste, I’m accustomed to gear unknown So custom, flight delays customary it varies whether in London or Rome but at home I’m straight But she don’t understand that the home I stay got a nigga making moves so the whole mind state Gotta get it how I live from the capital to NY, then ride down on the whole tri-state, please Don’t get it tweaked joe I can’t turn back on the go, I was raised up in South Shore House on Paxton, right off in between Leon and Food Basket, writing my name From Hyde Park to Madison, I-Park to Matteson, kick it up a notch at the jew-town maxing Low end theory on King Drive, swing by Leaders, Phli, nigga I’m a geek for the fashion High school flicking for the freaks on Jackson, ITunes haters can’t speak like caption Do it for the whole seven-seven on Luella, Ced Lex, Skech 185 what’s happening Gee and DG uptown what’s cracking, Do and Sleepy in the lou, get at me C-City, Triple SC and last not least lil cuz rest in peace [Hook] [Bridge - Chris] Shouts out nine deuce, nine trey, Aberdeen, mad shouts out to my uncle J. Bodeen Matter fact shouts to the whole PBO team, Tone J, Bruce Diddy, Deon, Timmy G Drakey, Keith, Tom, Mike B, whatup Marshon nigga rest in peace Trell what up, Herm what up and my niggas on 92nd place what up Meel what up, Joe Nate what up, Von what up, BJ what up Aaron, Scooter, James whatup and my nigga Chi Chi off May what up!
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[Hook – Sample] I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt I wanna get fucked up Wanna smoke, wanna choke Wanna get fucked up [Verse - Dave] Who the fuck is this blowing up my phone like Six in the morning, crack of dawnin Headache on cuz I barely got a nap on Sunday morning, with a bitch Under me snoring, tigos in the air, oh boy, I get a visitor At my door and she wanna know why the thang locked Why I did not call last night or answer when her name popped Up on my caller ID, the one thats red, call her wifey, the one in bed Call her my freak, how I get up out of here, call it my g You already know how the game go, tuck shorty in, got dressed in the sweater from the night before Laptop on, pull up Word 03 and started typing slow Mashed on the QWERTY like I fell asleep working Wife still outside kirking but the scene set perfect Damn! Baby girl I just woke up, forgot to call cuz I got tore up I’ma tell you like a nigga told me, that yellow bone joint in my bed, so what That’s Debbie friend you already know her, I was sleep in the chair how could I bone her We should get up out of here, take a walk fresh air, when the coast is clear I gotta roll up [Hook] [Verse – Chris] Look its my little dip, calling me at one twenty-six In the morning, I answer my phone and Unh, to my surprise, it’s a nigga on my line Asking me if I’m hitting his chick and why I just text her phone at one twenty five in the morning Talking bout her coming over, going tough guy over the phone On some "don’t call her no more, nigga if you do..." now if you do, then I say "hold up Nigga if I do and then what? Come see me in Virginia" He asks me where I’m at, I give him his home address Tell him I aint the nigga to test, now give him the chance to get it in check Like "this tough guy shit really aint yo lane, what you really wanna know is if I fucked yo dame Listen my dude lemme give you the game, a real nigga is what a bitch nigga aint A real nigga do what a bitch nigga can’t, let me hip you to some of this pimpin my mayne Never check a nigga, nigga check yo bitch, never give a nigga power to get in yo head Though I never hit ya chick, I could say I did," now what this dude aint know Is that she already let me poke, its to be sold not to be told, now roll [Spoken Conversation – The Paxtons] [Dave] That’s wild as shit joe [Chris] I know right Shit, just dropping some real rap on these motherfuckers [Dave] Got to [Chris] I wish the fuck I would call up another nigga and ask if he hit my chick [Dave] Exactly my nigga, exactly [Chris] That shit blew the fuck outta me, true story [Hook]
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[Verse – Chris] Pause for the action, lights, camera flashing Show your titties ma, it’s The Paxtons that’s whats happening Rerun niggas want verses spit last year We new millennium you niggas so last year I aint talking twenty-shit, we three stacks, Dre’s class here This is real rap y’all cartoon graphics Xbox 720, y’all Turbo Grafix 16’s kill em nigga, yeah come and get em Cuz I put you on your ass like Derrick vs. Miller [Unh] Now lets get back to the spitting You niggas need assistance, like CP I drop dimes, post and pivot, yeah I keep it moving Stay moving forward, my back’s to your future Catch up nigga ‘fore I throw down like a pick 6 End zone nigga [whoop] some Chris Berman shit Thinking you gon’ stop me I’m like Clay Davis, sheeeeeeeit [Hook – Sample] You can’t turn me away In your heart, I always want to stay 2X [Verse - Dave] The bridge is over like Kris Parker I’ma Chris Partlow the beat and leave it where Chris parked it Finish like Chris Paul then, I’ll be coming home again Like Chris Martin, beach chair and beers To cheers and cristal in here --- a toast To the man of the year like Time cover, revered Like I rode through boston in command of a steer Like the British are coming, nigga hit the track running That’s similar to an ipecac stomach or Usain The sample spare parts, but the flow that’s loose change The engineer put me in the pocket so I told em That I love DC but the Chi is my true claim Before your boy blow like a brick of that ofay Nigga we getting up like them stickers from Obey Or Tip in the ’08, the DMV love it Like a whiff of that Old Bay [It’s The Paxtons baby] [Hook]

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Inspired by the 1994 film, Clerks, entirely self-produced and set to a sonic backdrop reminiscent of 90s era Hip Hop and R&B, the concept album offers a clear perspective on a summer in the life of The Paxtons.

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released June 30, 2009

Executive Producers: The Paxtons & Daryl Garrett
Legal Representation: Karl O. Riley & Joshua Lubatkin
Management: Daryl Garrett for Change For Change Fundraiser Consulting
A&R Direction: Jonathan Garr
Special Consultant: Jerome Baker III
Marketing: Team Paxtons
Publicity: Marcus Anderson
Creative Direction: The Paxtons
Art Direction & Design: Gold Standard Creative
All Tracks Mastered at Depth Charge Studios, Alexandria VA by Zacharias Wise

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The Paxtons Brooklyn, New York

In an industry where perception routinely trumps reality, it’s easy to confuse instantaneous buzz with enduring success. Deriving their name from the block on the south side of Chicago where they were born and raised, The Paxtons strive to create timeless, genre-bending music that innovates without regard to the latest trends. ... more

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