Spark That Dutch - Cappadonna

Aiyo, spark that dutch, cuz my life is fucked up

Even my hustle game is nothing but tough luck

I stay in the street life, hoe took my truck

Scrambling for increase, so my kids can eat

I went savage when I felt the heat, you think something’s sweet

Yeah, muthafucka, til the beast get in you

Go vampire on 'em, let the feast continue

For real, lord have mercy when I beat the venue

Rhyme sound so nice, you can eat the menu

G-O, spark that dutch, cuz your life is so ill

Shit on the line, and you might have to kill

Ribs is touching, what you know about street production

How you feel about living where the heats is busting

It’s the same old shit when I release the button

Yo, spark that dutch, blow the sheets or something

(You know how we do…)

Yo, spark that dutch if you don’t give up

Spark that dutch, nigga, cuz the streets is rough

Spark that dutch, nigga, for the hoes that fuck

Spark that dutch, nigga, til the stacks is up

Spark that dutch, get lifted on the back of the bus

Make a kid do a bid, ain’t, nothing to tough

That we can’t handle, get it like the watergate scandal

And scramble til the cakes done, and blow out your candle

Roll up a muscle, can’t do nothing but hustle

And I’m broke, and I can’t buy, nothing but trouble

I don’t cuddle, but I hustle til the sun eclipse

And that’s a long time coming, nigga, run your shit

I ain’t done til I hawk and spit, on the track

Park and pump yac' in any hood on the map

It ain’t where you from, it’s, where you’re strapped

And how you react, when the, pressue is on

Read it in reverse, like the, Holy Qu’ran

Through my sons I live on, my soul lurking through ya’ll

And I advise ya, sky high, cuz it’s curtains for ya’ll…