Food Truck

by Moka Only

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First single from the compilation album Bassments of Badmen 3.

Watch the video for "Food Truck" here:

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released September 16, 2016

Lyrics written and performed by Moka Only
Produced by Moka Only

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Operating out of Toronto, Canada since 1996, Hand'Solo Records is devoted to releasing quality hip hop that is creative, clever and often experimental. Early releases, now out of print, include music from Buck 65, Sixtoo, Moka Only, Tachichi i & Moves and more. Currently home to Ultra Magnus & DJ SLAM!, royceBIRTH, Chokeules, More Or Les and Backburner. ... more

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Track Name: Food Truck
VERSE ONE:
Living like a hermit and I do not give a fuck,
The sometimes hermit in the sunshine, stuck!
Feelin' like sleepin' if theres nothin' to rock,
fuck, I'm just catchin' up, roll like a food truck. 
Mood on somethin' like i can't call it, must bust nut. 
If she cut me off then what,what,what...?
Really, what am I to do? Organize a crew! Torcharoons, too!    
This summer is a heater but I'm coolin' in the stu. 
Probably just should finish all the work I've gotta do, bobaloo!
Writing while I'm taking a poo, do rap, project my updates to you.
Peace to... um, I don't know who, what.... food truck.

CHORUS:
Really what am I to do? Organize a crew, we can bobaloo. x4

VERSE TWO:
Ooh, tomorrow BBQ, got my hand around a vit,
Should replace it with a tit, I mean two.
Kareem's so extreme with serenity. 
Still, y'all remember me, friends of me
Tend to be on a similar tip, minimum chips,
Kick it to dips, honeys bring particular bliss.
Listen to this: (bongos)  
Yeah, not many out there is on a mission to dis
Cus when you don't understand then its over your head.
I'm the false creek freaker, yup, folding the bread!
Minimum chips, dips slip a dick in they lips for true nut…. food truck.

CHORUS:
Really what am I to do? Organize a crew, we can bobaloo. x4
Track Name: Food Truck (clean)
VERSE ONE:
Living like a hermit and I do not give a fuck,
The sometimes hermit in the sunshine, stuck!
Feelin' like sleepin' if theres nothin' to rock,
fuck, I'm just catchin' up, roll like a food truck. 
Mood on somethin' like i can't call it, must bust nut. 
If she cut me off then what,what,what...?
Really, what am I to do? Organize a crew! Torcharoons, too!    
This summer is a heater but I'm coolin' in the stu. 
Probably just should finish all the work I've gotta do, bobaloo!
Writing while I'm taking a poo, do rap, project my updates to you.
Peace to... um, I don't know who, what.... food truck.

CHORUS:
Really what am I to do? Organize a crew, we can bobaloo. x4

VERSE TWO:
Ooh, tomorrow BBQ, got my hand around a vit,
Should replace it with a tit, I mean two.
Kareem's so extreme with serenity. 
Still, y'all remember me, friends of me
Tend to be on a similar tip, minimum chips,
Kick it to dips, honeys bring particular bliss.
Listen to this: (bongos)  
Yeah, not many out there is on a mission to dis
Cus when you don't understand then its over your head.
I'm the false creek freaker, yup, folding the bread!
Minimum chips, dips slip a dick in they lips for true nut…. food truck.

CHORUS:
Really what am I to do? Organize a crew, we can bobaloo. x4