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Black Wine

Black Wine are an American punk rock band formed in 2009 in New Brunswick, New Jersey, after Jeffrey Schroeck left The Ergs! and Miranda Taylor and J Nixon left Hunchback. The band has two albums on Don Giovanni Records. more »

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2001

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Yeah ha ha, I am Big Shot your neighborhood bawla baby (Schyeah!)
Puttin' it down for these Black Wine pimps, ya hear?
('Cause it's all about the scrilla, stayin' on the for realla,
Why'knowhutI'msayin?)
And don't nuthin' move but the money, so forget what they tell you, why'knowI'msayin?
Game is short not tall 
('Cause it's all about the money in the land of milk and money)

[Chorus]
Get up off your butt
You gotta get the loot, you gotta get a cut
Of that pie because they teared it up
So bad and cheap for the rest, give it up, say what?
('Cause it's all about the money in the land of milk and money)

Well if one times four equals four all mine
It be them G's or them *?creaks?* that begin one line
So find me livin' it up as you walk through that one wayly
See me in that wild wild west
Where shadows aren't wanted so don't even come
'Cause ain't nuttin' but a black thing where I'm from
I see the police and wish they be deceased
So lock your own self up because your just as crooked as me
Who could it be? The mystery's known so why she say that
Hoe raped the stick from the vanyard yesterday
They got away, which way? Where they be travellin'?
How many sips of the black wine'll keep ya babblin'
But still managin' to do everything fine
And didn't I blow your mind this time
So pack it up, pack in and pick it up, see what it's about
It's BB and a G and a G - BB and I am out, so yeah

Get up off your butt
You gotta get the loot, you gotta get a cut

I'm hoppin' outta bed at a half-past 9
The Sactown sunshine gotta player feelin' fine
And refreshed, I'm back into my quest for ends
But when you think it's over then I just begin
You're walkin' on a thin line frontin' with Black Wine
You imitators covered 'cause we're genuine
About as real as authentic, G's represented
Coast to coast now who got it pocket, West Coast

All you pimps who got dissed, come on in but don't you fiend
We rock this like some dope now you can scrape it off your screen
Lord knows how many flows it take
To get you caught up witta mack almost every day
'Cause players networkin' all around the clock
Tryin' to move a couple crates of this motherfuckin' fresh stock
Of Black Wine, niggas get erbed off mine
So when I hit you with this 40 watch your blindside (Right)

[Chorus]

So if you're stackin' all the cash and coppin' all the dough
If you're bawlin' like a player then let a brother know
(That's right! That's right!)
('Cause it's all about the money in the land of milk and money)
So if you're stackin' all the cash and coppin' all the dough
If you're livin' like a bawla and you're outta control
Say that's right! That's right!
('Cause it's all about the money in the land of milk and money)

Live out the cellar, Black Wine you can't fade
Niggas bawl then they fall in the game 'cause they bitch made
Now we gon' take control of this shit today
You think you're laced up wit crank 'cause we keep y'all amped
I try to fold some paper, maintain scrill
Hustle up a mill, put tweed in my grill
(So you can be a hustler like you're s'posed ta be)
Black mobbed down South set constantly
It's for the money man so get this scrilla 'fore it's gone
Niggas slippin' in the game, don't get too long
I got to be at dat then an actor to this shit
So when I put it down in your town it's a hit
I stay in ten, I keep it twisted up like braids
And high-powered times, high-powered rhymes get paid
Black Wine til I die, black mind for life
Do it all for the scrill, stay on point like a knife

[Chorus: x2]

Chorus
Get up off your butt

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