Lyrics:
never take what I got
For my underdog
Just copped new shoes
Whip on two two's
Dick down you two
Throw it on YouTube
Tell me what you'd do
If I
and feel us by shouting I can't breathe
And keep fighting against injustice until that we feel that we are free
There’s a lot I gotta say, don’t be ashamed
rock white gown
Boy getting popped fa like bow
Hit that boy Indy
Then run up them digits
I said you won't get it by fucking with bitches
I burn down
captain
Top peeled back, all white, like a napkin (yeah)
Runnin' like a stallion
Southside of town, call me Don Key the great (yeah)
Yeah, Mr. Cut Down
The stories we tell will ride high in the sky
The difference will rise, the mothers will cry
The caskets will close and white doves they will fly
So we gotta reload that gat
And hunt down that white ghost
And get to ?waste? their muthafuckin ass from coast to coast
Cause I'm a fool
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
homie Dr dre cold rubbin' his neck
He said
There's a new way that's right and exact
So we made this dance
Called the Cabbage Patch
Now it's easy to do,
Can’t see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
What you believe in
I know some secrets
My people bleeding or infected by diseases
but I think they're great
Like sodium acetylsalicylate
(Sodium acetylsalicylate)
I wake up each morning a most happy man
I cover my Pic-O-Pay with
I’m a visionary and I see my vision clearly
So much ambition
These white people see me and they fear me
Young black man with a plan
I know they wanna
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
forgetting the dates in his diary
R.I.P Dr. Kelly and fuck the hutton inquiry
Water boards at bay
Lock-down in Guantanamo prison
Cover a face and paint new
a joint to my lips
I got you by my side
It's a beautiful day
I hope it lasts forever
Holy fuck, I ain't got to go to work today
This shit great, this shit
decision
'Cause after that came the white women
Said "fuck the kitchen, get down to business"
But didn't pick up their brown sisters
Now they come with
cash in your face
We don't want your kind living in here
Ay, you might be a great doctor
You might be a great lawyer
You might possess the key
the navigation officer Mr. Sulu
He just pound on them buttons, all day and all night
But when he opens his mouth he sounds like Barry White
Uhura's on the com
On Bullard and Maroa right down the street from the studio we at right now
It's good though niggas grow everyday get better and better
As we more influenced by
alone
I pull them bands out, I got white folks money, I can't blow
She tryna fuck me front of my friends, wanna get them boys a show
I just ran up by her
see through the haze of your little white lies
And I guess that's why they call them Great Smoky Mountains
'Cause they cover every trace and they
said "You can set 'em up bartender"
And these were the words he said
I was down by St james Infirmary
I saw my sweat heart there
She was layin' out
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
money goes
They picked out a home and called it "Holiday House"
Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud
The doctor had told him to settle down
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