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of paper
And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge
This is The Boondocks
I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley
Thursday I be trynna save
isn't anybody Backing us up!
When they c these crooked ass Redneck cops
Constantly Jacking us up
Now I bet some punk will say I'm racist
I can tell by
Berry pon this
Starboy
Dem say dem bad
But I swear dem do nothing oo
Dem say dem go throw me punch
But I swear dem no reach oo
20 man shall fall
for the night
Halle, Halle Berry would be nice
Mix some vodka with this sprite
& I was right I guess
You're both Halle Berry Tonight,
If the light is
for the night
Halle, Halle Berry would be nice
Mix some vodka with this sprite
And I was right I guess
You're both Halle Berry Tonight
If the light is
You stand naked upon the stone
So I may know you by your form
If you be a maiden or no
And she cast off her berry, berry-brown gown
She stood naked
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
I am Trugoy
A Dove-like boy
Could wingspread
But instead
I will employ
Me, the Plug Three
Or Baby Huey
I eat up
All ketchup
For its
Passes gettin' thrown like Hail Mary's, and they lookin' like Halle Berry's
So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin' wine
We's just chillin', I'm
John, go away
What about my
Used to be sort of influenced by Elvis in the old days, I think
Really?
Yeah, used to love him
What about my book, then?
Passes gettin' thrown like Hail Mary's, and they lookin' like Halle Berry's
So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin' wine
We's just chillin', I'm
Passes gettin' thrown like Hail Mary's
And they lookin' like Halle Berry's
So so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin' wine
We's just chillin', I'm
on the roof.
An' if you see a woman in a moo-moo,
Readin' Tarot cards an' palms down by the road.
That's how you know; that's how you know,
You're in my
Unsigned Hype
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
closed casket, his family needs a closure
And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points
Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint
Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by
Put it by number one phenomenon
Come follow me now, mon
'cause Mr. Chip Fu is the Don
I think I'll tikki
and the blackberry bush
I was picking berries when that crow flew above me
Carrying my lover so far away
Now each spring I lay a blackberry blossom
By a cold
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
Cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread
And when white moths were
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
pause or pass
Birthday fat
Dark enough skin dont crack
Darker the berry quicker all the skin grows back
I cuffed on rap
Dropped now the floors on crack
the unlimited drip
Need a girl like Mary Berry cake up in the kitchen
Copped a pair of Slazenger's, now I'm fly like a pigeon
I fuck with everyone, don't
Eh!! The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
Girl I’m confused by the shit that you do
Loving the way that you’re living like you got nothing
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