Akinyele

Akinyele - Exercise lyrics

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Check this out man
 All this gym shit
 Runnin around for a scholarship
 ain't even my style man
 I don't even know what the fuck I'm doin in this shit
 Bout to get the FUCK up out of this shit
 Ain't even with this

 [Akinyele]
 Me play sports? Don't place your bet
 I'm not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in a sweat
 I just make the words sound hip
 I leave it up to Jane Fonda, to take care of that physical fit shit
 Nothin wrong with bein overWEIGHT, everything STRAIGHT
 so long as my pockets stay in SHAPE
 I never participated in gym
 I hated the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin
 They say health brings you longevity
 But I'm not one for that extra-curriculum activity
 You might see the Ak, with a baseball hat
 Won't see me on no field with no baseball bat
 In case some nigga head, got to get cracked
 Other than that, I don't plan to run track
 Picture me joggin for miles.. HAH!
 Come on kid, that's just not my style
 I just talk to girls on the horn
 You won't see the Ak upstairs, puttin no butter on his corns
 Another athlete bites the dust
 Another nigga from Egypt, make Egyptian Musk
 Picture me wearin Pro Keds, runnin the full court
 Don't jump out your basket-ass head
 I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
 Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport

 * Rob Swift cuts "exercise" *

 [Akinyele]
 Don't throw your soccer balls this way
 The name is Akinyele, not no motherfuckin Pele
 Baseballs is what I'm not with
 So don't hand me no catcher's mitt, cause I ain't catchin shit!
 The only time I slide and run, is after a murder's done
 I get ghost before the homicide come!
 But that's a different subject - that's called games of death
 when your man play russian roulette while upset
 He can't handle it, he wants to stop it
 He grabs the hammer and cock it, but that's a whole different topic
 I just throw my voice on plastic
 You won't see me wrasslin in no arena, gettin my ass kicked
 or better yet boxin in, some ring with gloves
 talkin about PST PST losin oxygen
 You know the whole blase-BLASAH, the Ak SAGA
 I'm quick, to run your shit like a JOGGER
 Huh! I don't carry no stopclock
 I knock the J off of Jock, so you can just call me Ak!
 Yeah, it's just that simple son
 On my spare time, I be rackin bitches up, at the Wimbledon
 But I'm not one for tennis
 nor breakin no sport records in the World Book of Guinness
 I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
 Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport

 * Rob Swift cuts "exercise" *

 [Akinyele]
 Me jumpin over fences, don't make sense kid
 On a hot day, you'll find me coolin on the benches
 And you could ask me where the water's at
 But don't come ask me to act, like no motherfuckin quarterback
 Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah right
 Talkin that Hut One, Hut Two, Hut Three, Hike - psych!
 I'm POETIC, while dealin with the alphaBETIC
 Not ATHLETIC, that's why I don't SWEAT IT
 So you can keep your sports on hold
 Fuck soccer, the shit that I kick, yo it's bound to go gold
 I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
 I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
 I just cool around the block and hold down the fort
 Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport

 * slow scratching, heavy breathing *
 Uh-uh, I'm the fuck out
 I ain't with this shit
 Find the nigga, blow the whistle man
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Interscope Records

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

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