Lyrics:
Everyday it’s something
New
With the same ole
Taxpayers getting
Killed by the cops
So the black taxpayers
Fund the cops payroll?
Naysayers like
“Say
the young black and arrogant
Weed we be carryin' they greet us like kings
Cause we arrive in these chariots
Bitches wanna marry us niggas wanna bury us
But
We gon' make it pour by the litre
Sunset Boulevard at the theatre
We gon' live it fast baby speed up
We can run away make a break they don't need
Pedal to the floor turn the key the engine spark yeah
All black only come out after dark yeah
I be shitting on a beat n call it art yeah
I be
black crows and packed shows
The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen
I'm rich, Black, African
Rocking the golden Mack
Shearling
live says you ain't a Brit
They're deportin' our people and it makes me sick
'Cause they were broken by the country that they came to fix
It's like
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing
Lovely girl,
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart, and they all sing
Lovely
the golden key,
And nobody sees him but Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.
His nose is silver and his mane is white,
His eyes are black and starry like night.
So
surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she
she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
When I tear through new school,
love and need
Connect said it's something up his sleeve
Said, I rather bust off them keys
Yeah, nigga, Birds And The Beez
Birds And The Beez birds
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
(Scarf)
Smoking on blacks, I don't even care
(Even care)
I'm working hard, I swear it ain't fair
(Ain't fair)
You not a key, you cannot get spared
(Get
the Gs, top quality
Chill wit the peeps, what yall wanna eat
Flex on the keys, flex on the beat
All day I kick it with my real O.Gs
All day I get it with
life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got
party everybody by the pool (Splash)
Homie a lil faded he might go and act a fool (Crazy)
But when it comes to the ladies Mr. Cool Cat (Cat)
Hit him with
Yeah she never wanna text me
She too blinded by other guy's
So bitch you better not attempt me
I gotta stick with the ratchet cuz I-
I might just rip
Mathematic
Keys to the mansion
Keys in the cabin
So outlandish
Off this planet
Meet me by the Hamptons
Diamonds jigging
Diamonds dancing
Say I love her
No
Goner the struggles got you on one you left your keys in the car and you parked in the middle of the gutter how do you want it it feels like summer
smoking
I'm sick of damaging my brain
But like I said
It's fucking hard to change
Yeah aye ugh
I put the keys in the ignition
Go 180 cause no one fucking
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
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