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["Tampa" by Zhalarina Sanders]
- Uh.
Yo!
* I come from that flirty dirty
* That scurvy dirty where the curry's purty
* Eatin' hotdogs in the church parking lot
* My daddy four wheeler in three parking spots
* You better come off that eggs and ham
* And that turkey bacon on a lemon square
* And that futuristic, that county fair
* We got women flippin' burnt hair
* But it's simple like a new day
* Or Kool-Aid when the crew's paid
* And everybody lookin' on a Tuesday
* For a girl name Keisha who do braids
* We got fold out chairs in the back seat
* I'm headed to my sister track meet
* Red Lobster biscuits and applesauce
* I got bologna burnin' on a gas stove
* And I been at the center of a city full of heat
* You can tell them babies laughing
* By the way they show they teeth
* Now if you lookin' for a party just head out to the street
* Right down in Tampa
Uh!
* And if you catch me lookin' decent
* Ridin' cleaner than the mug
* My daddy got sent away so the hood just showin' me love
* Grandpa gave me his chain
* 'Cuz gold is about as thick as blood
* Down in Tampa
Uh!
* Where the sun shinin' so bright it'll put you to sleep
* Ain't no point in bringin' crabs
* ' cuz our cookout's at the beach
* Don't come up in my momma house
* Actin' like you cannot speak
* Right down in Tampa
* Now, it's too much fight in a crack dog
* Too much night in a black doll
* But when girls look like black dolls
* They drip swagu and mac sauce
* We got Welfare for the well's fair
* Disrespecting your Ivy League
* Come home for a holiday
* Now what's a college degree to these collard greens?
* We Georgia peach, New York Giant
* Havana, Cuba on the nightstand
* Ybor City, casket drop to
* My tattoo artist, my hype man
* And Imma see you at choir practice
* Imma see you at Purple Passion
Yo! * Imma kill Trell
* The next time his ex- come round and he funny actin'
* I been at the center of a city full of heat
* You can tell them babies laughing
* By the way they show they teeth
* Now if you lookin' for a party
* Just head out to the street
* Right down in Tampa
* Now if you catch me lookin' decent
* Ridin' cleaner than the mug
* My daddy got sent away so the hood just showin' me love
* Grandpa gave me his chain
* 'Cuz gold is about as thick as blood
* Down in Tampa
*Where the sun shinin' so bright it'll put you to sleep
* Ain't no point in bringin' crabs
* 'cuz our cookout's at the beach
* Don't come up in my momma house
* Actin' like you cannot speak
* Right down in Tampa
* Listen
* Imma Florida orange
* I storm in the morn
* And perform with a chorus of horns
* I was born in the corn
*With a form that's quiet in the cold but'll swarm in the warm
* Nappy roots, nappy roots, nappy roots
* Three times in the mirror
* Ride slow with my li'l cousin holding the car door
* Let my mix tape bang out your ears
* Every other month is hurricane season
* We po', we black, we ain't leavin'
* Confederate flags on the ceiling
* But them white folks eating out the hands of my grandma every holiday season
* Barefoot Goyaming Still toe jamming
* To Tom G you can find me
* Playing basketball in flip flops
* In the middle of the street
* Now, I been at the center of a city full of heat
* You can tell them babies laughing
* By the way they show they teeth
* Now if you lookin' for a party
* Just head out to the street
* Right down in Tampa
Listen!
* Now if you catch me lookin' decent
* Ridin' cleaner than the mug
* My daddy got sent away so the hood just showin' me love
* Grandpa gave me his chain
* 'Cuz gold is about as thick as blood
* Down in Tampa
Uh!
*Where the sun shinin' so bright it'll put you to sleep
* Ain't no point in bringin' crabs
* 'cuz our cookout's at the beach
* Don't come up in my momma house
* Actin' like you cannot speak
* Right down in Tampa
Yeah!