Lyrics:
some pagoda
She orders soda
Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price.
Back in
Buck down
Squad pretty hittas, ride sim simma
Ride low key in a all black bimma
Y'all know Keysh ain't lookin' for no beef
Mans in the street tryna
Fun at all out here in the hall
Mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it
Nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being
succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
For screeching
Had to dress down had to wear a black tee
I don't normally wear jeans but they match the foamposites
Back in the day had that dusty denim
Them busted
For a car/jeep heist, it ain't nice
As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid
And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains
With a tray full
on
We're the opening act, we hope you have a nice evening
We'll keep working harder and we'll never stop believing
Maybe some day we'll ride the tour bus
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
disturb on the bedroom key cause we about to do that bedroom thing
Yeah yeah and all my chicks got a nice look
They call me L G sponsor cause I know that
mess with man these days
I know that you know what I mean (What?)
Tryna act nice
They be tryna act clean
Feel like TV (On God)
Ion need glasses to see
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
star living like a rap star
I ain't wasting time tryna act hard
Black rims sitting on my black car
How I turn my album budget to a Black card
Streaming
my oculars blazed, a candy apple glaze
Still dapper, yeah the rapper named D. Black way out back, where the track by Scott Stapp play
I'm spittin'
Status symbol on my set of keys
They say I was sellin' dreams
Back to the brick wall, I'm inhalin' trees
Visualizin' hella cheese
You can smell the weed
and
Let's go make the best of it
And tonight we'll act
The way we did before
If you take it from
A major to a minor key
only then you can be sure
What this is
cold in norms
If you want a fist then throw me punch
I'm in the position I can make it run
Die by six, no it can't be done
I hope they connect
Black
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
bitch credit card
Scams, got a Lexus key chain, on her cabinet car key, talkin bout she
Had a 420, bitch you tryin to be me, tellin everybody how nice
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
back down or retreat
Preventing mine, just doing petty crimes, I'm not petty or nice
Standin' in line, calmly waitin' on my time to shine
'Cause when
Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin
some who act dumb embraced by decadence
The weak in the wake of true black militants
Hear the call and all heed
get that
Getting older, just accepting that
I'm a fuckin' menace, can't hide that
Skin is black and I know the truth
Since you're moving on, won't you
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