Lyrics:
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
time to have law and order Cause you sold a 50-pack to the white man's daughter
And the bitch OD'd on the crack Now these damn fools out to kill every
gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your
times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by
This is the story of three little pigs
And the projected damage that they did, pig number one was white
Thought everything he did was right,
seat, caught in a daze
Turned around and saw a white man's face covered in shades
I must've passed out, can't remember shit before I blacked out
Three
listen-
They’ll put a tipsy nigga in a cell quick as hell
I’m off the Jack tryna drive like it’s Ginger Ale
Bout to get up, wit my potna who said the spot
the best, I know it's true
Finna ball like Jack Harlow, white man can jump too
Forrest Gump runnin' down on Trump and Joe Biden
Bill Gates flyin' on a plane
Ten trap Commandments
Been doing that
Everything i do i do my best
Like the trap commandments
All white dope, no white coat
Alot of patience ,
But this
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
The girlies scream and cry when he’s coming om'ie draai
Want dis Jack fokken Parow is Jack fokken Parow
Ja dis Jack fokken Parow dis Jack fokken Parow ey
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Taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper
Fired anticipation, burns within me.
Revealed in illness, at infancy.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
When I was three, I watched Queen air a rhapsody on a black and white TV
Grandpa drank Courage and smoked a Woodbine
Sat with my aunt, uncle and me
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
to the whites
I met this girl the other day
Found out she with the CIA
It broke my heart all I could say
I just wanna love you an you just wanna kill
First 48 her
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
I'm gettin' sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy
But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
little white kids to jack
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red
Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads
Stupid questions, distract the class
or die
Not a full-time crook but I was born right
So if I want to eat, sometimes I got to jack
So jack I will and go get some presidents
A foot in
by the bar
So I buy the bar
Turn the bar to a party
We all takin shots like Kobe
Got all, these bitches lookin at me
I see 99 problems but it ain’t 1
the heart of our love
Can you remember
But seasons change
And so
Gotta let it go (this epic snow)
Blankets of white comfort us like a friend by the fire
Hello
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