Lyrics:
no hands
(Mesmerized by her sexy eyes)
Put my arms over her head and move that ass without no hands
(Mesmerized by the way you whine on me)
Put
his lips?
About flourishing from the streets to black businesses?"
Level four, y'all live and give in to false imprisonment
Listen close my nigga
Oh, holy rabble
We art ensnared to quiver liketh rippled air
Diocese of did melt sand
Worship with thy chroming hand
Coal-black clad horizon
to grab em' off me,
Let her slip n dip, while I stroke them hips,
Grab her by the throat, and kiss her pussy lips,
I can feel her pulse, she got that
a dirty faced kid in a garbage can
And I'm alone, I'm on the highway
Wanted, dead or alive, dead or alive
Broken down and dirty, dressed in rags
My from
to Draws, Spanky, Black Ed, Hands
Shout to Shabazz, Wewop and Harvey
Rest in glory
TJ Killa Black, rest in glory
Shout to all the young legends we losin'
artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see
The black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram
So she
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
the girls with beautiful curls
The ones cashed in on by the world
No, no, not one eyelash out of place
Not one paycheck in my hand
And when I walk in
White Man
Wanna make money
With black hands
Don't wanna
Get dirty
Make the black
Dance
He'll do it
For the bands
Including
All his
Friends
They all like
and snap on your moms
And call the bitch a dirty custodian
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
Beatnuts comin' out fat y'all
Chorus-
You know that
hand cuffed behind them backs in black
Quiet Riot, y'all can't hear one hand clap
Revolution is more than what you
Hear and what you see:
The mass
always lookin' shady
Sick nigga like you talkin' about bonin' Jan Brady
Lady stand by your man
Even if he beats you with the back of his hand
Ah, Sadat
greasey I'm a big lip you
A'yo your man'll can get slid with you
You and the squad takin to galoshes
I hold the engineer for hostage
And spit from
ensued
Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench Her tower tombed
Tending to Her
On glossed lips I taste
Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced
With thick unguent rum
Black-rayed suns and Autumn
Always in season for our nightfall from
Honk yo horn as she's walking by right now
Yeah
I need some of that, so fresh out the pack
I'll pop yo cherry like a bottle, take a swing
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
the blood of another limb
Paralyzed
By the sins of a guilty man
Dirty hands playing God again
Bible bruised black and blue
Karma comes over due
the hands of time
She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes
I got all I ever need when at girl is by my side
Everything I love is there inside
dirty hands
Please! Crow! Nevermore! Nevermore!
Crow! Nevermore!
Marches and protests don’t stop the feeling
Please, Bill brings us back the meaning
Hairpin trigger lips I'm crazy bout your loving darling
Leather jacket black boots acting something wise
Dyed hair under cut feeling like a roller
serve it while it's hot
I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that
Dirty western type of fun
We on our bonnie and clyde shit
If you submit then ill commit
For you ill go to hell and back
Ride off through the sunset by
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