Lyrics:
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
fucking up the white folks
That's why they with it now because niggas like me and you
We did it now, brought it to that level so they get it now
We
I'm the Orson Wells of the rap game
My debut album about to be my Citizen Kane
No disrespect to the greats
But I'm the greatest instead
I only call
of champagne?
Cause I feel like a Kingsman that's a fuckin' Great Game
I'm friends with real ones none of them damn lames
That's why I'm the shit like a fuckin'
to my jaws
Great white
Long day, smoke break
Make a great night
New strain, paper plane
We gon' take flight
Cold bong fulla strong or the weed pipe
Ignite
when you tryna be a great
Matching my shine
Burning my Style
Make up my mind
Making sum shake
Never been right change colors all the time
Drip off white
(JUST ONE IN A MILLION)
BLACK MEN
Black men black men black men
Black men black men black men
Black men black men
Look
Black men counting white
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
show me some love
If I was white I knew I make it out cool
But I'm black and I can't play by none of then rules
Quick to tell a nigga shut up
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
Sittin' at a table, lookin' like we Gods, we're dressed in white, for the rap so tight
Serious men with the strength of ten, comin' through like animals
necessary
Until I got incarcerated, type scary
Until I see my life just flash, type scary
'96 came home, '97 album
Made niggas proud to be from New York
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
the sun tan lotion
Tell me, tell me, tell me why
I want to know the fact
Why all the black people want to go white
And the white people want to go black
know why you looked into my eyes with a great smile?
I wanna know why you showed me your back when i need you in my life?
And all this time
I wanna be by
at AirBnbs, hotels
Trying to make the album
Trying to make When It's Dark Out
And take it there and be great
Dear Gerald, life changed since you dropped
Watch
Watch
Y'all niggas overdoin' it
You gotta slow that shit down
Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (watch)
Niggas ain't
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Can't sell that pack
Bring about a Great Depression
Speak easy
Sell that crack
This ad was paid for
By some real fucking players
Any dealers, thugs,
You're a white walker led by a Trend King
Enmity is a trend so you're a rancor walker
Led by a Revenge King, you're a blind parishioner
Of a bugbear sect,
swole
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show (yes, y'all)
The best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips
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