Lyrics:
I’m in my zone yeah the speed is right
Got the bass and the treble so the sound is right
Already rolled one yeah the kush is bright
Big open road all
seventy-seven big body white coupe Hustling out the Alturas
Then I realized that dude they were talking about
Sounded just like you
You gotta be careful out there
and Billy Shakespeare
Stepped out to get a root beer
We sat together so near
People thought we were queer
Punctuated by the big scare
We joined the Air
white on rice on Condoleezza
Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature
Betta get ya casket bastard I'm gon' eat cha
We ain't in the same weight
the coupe or the big truck
Came in the stu with a spliff tucked
We had to improve now they miss us
Would let her through but I distrust
Off white the shoes
You numb your mind
With gloves of white and turpentine
Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing!
Sweet charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
And I'm
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
I survive
You guys can't walk in My shoes
I'm not Your shoe size
I flipped a couple bricks
Couple birds flew by coke white like it got
Blonde hair
perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they
perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they
perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they
jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they call the police, freeze
You have
loose
I feel like the Natives we never have truce
Gunshots and violence it flows through my roots
Step on our toes that's a dangerous move
Speaking bout
(Yeah)(Welcome to the land of bright lights and big money, whole strip full of milk and honey)(yeah) (backyard for high rollers playground for
Never been to Sesame Street, but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnappings
Your rhetoric will entice me
To write raps on my white sheets
Men at work in our Nike's
We're comfortable in out white tee's
I'm by myself with no
If you're a man who happens to be white
They'll like you
But if you're from a minority group
Be prepared to get looked down on
Remove that smile
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
Light up the room like Vegas
Been by my papa,ever since my flight that China white
Peelin' wit' the steel, recognize the real
Better rimes and bring
beepers
I teeter
On a line tween the stage and the bleacher
I'm the bird that's taught then I'm the bird as a teacher
Im that bird with
The white wing
Something fly, white limousine
Make a clean getaway
I loved your clothes when you walked on by
The way you let it out
She's 'bout to go in
She likes that low
conflicts of black and white stitch
Bricks fixed by mom n popppa its that black and white mix
So grey is the shade of my world as it turns
This early bird
die
But I survive
You guys can't walk in my shoes
I'm not your shoe size
I flipped a few bricks, couple birds flew by
Coke white like it got blonde
Hair
(Heavy Breathing)
[Mia X]
I came to this country with my mama
Everybody called her the white girl
But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin'
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