Lyrics:
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
the jol like I'm made for bloody buskruit
Almal is like, fokkit Parow is just great
Bitches are so slick you could swear its fokken mince mate
Die fokken
the crack heads say they love you when you let em get by,
All they really love is crack, they just wanna get high,
In my hood they don't care about a couple
Great white silver bird
Soars again to catch
Good old mister sun who hides who hides who hides for fun
But it's all in the game
Life is still all
your mother sucked?
It's one great long brutal shout:
"You and your race, get fucked".
Understanding's fine, I grant ya,
But come on, let's be frank -
a death grip
But the purse ain't what I want so don't trip
I know she saw me when she started walking faster
I grabbed the glock and I was just about
Snow, hosehead
Wha? Oh, it's the Great White North, and it's snowing
'Cause it's Christmas time
Hey, hoser
What?
Here's a quiz, quiz for Doug
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
I come from scientists and atheists and White men who kill God
They make technology high quality complex physiological
Experiments and sacrilege in
the prophet came
Do it like Kanye
I'm K1
Of course that's A1
I say whaa?
I heard ya say sum
But great one
Bones tryna tell ya you're king
So many guests
do my thang then
[Verse 1:]
Ol' bitch ass nigga make me laugh
Can't even bust Welch's grape
My fault dey hoes in my face
I pump dey mouths just like
Now COVID's just a flu that makes you sneeze a lot
And Trump's response was just sardonic
The moon is made of only greenest cheese (a lot)
Buzz
the ones I love
For just a chance to be something great
Call me Tommy Wiseau but I ain't that bad
Lock myself in The Room with some beats in my head
So I
Sun blocked by my shades
Concierge said
Welcome Bramalish you're looking mighty vicious
Like you don't clean dishes
Anything I'll get you Mista
Just
near ages here, save this
Some white shell toes with the square laces
Fear cages, Get surrounded by killers
That's hair braiders
Prayer saved us from
I did a lot just so I could live this lifestyle
I'm still flattered whenever rappers bite my style
I raise bars like eyebrows you talk white foul
by the bling
Exterminatin' fakes like crooked jakes
Killin' for high stakes
Guarantee that it's my fate to be
Remembered as one of the greats
No matter
Open the gate, all hail his grace
They ruled the Golden State great, so wavy
(Hey) please tell it, Los Angelic
6'3", spongy, frail, never relic
Black
get in double trucks, yeah
Both of em' what's in your mouth?
It's the VVVs talkin', I can't
Motherfuckin' talk to you folks, uh
Great big white, throw
really like the lil bro, great ideas in his head
Always gotta keep the family close, mob ties like drizzy said
Only walk by Flawless rules, now I got y'all
saying they wanna rhyme
You can always tell white niggaz by the clothes that they wear
I bitch slap the niggaz tie em' up in a chair
Don't gives a fuck if
is just a town for ghosts
Right at the end of Highway 802
Big Prospector figured what he could do
The great war kept the mines from closing up
Until
From a White Hotel
Houston's under water, there's trouble all around, and the colorado river has washed out all the higher ground
The president's in
stayin' out the way respectfully
Where is the love?
How the fuck we make America great again?
(Sheek) when it ain't just white people
Them niggas on your
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