Lyrics:
the color of my skin
When all I want to do is rap I didn't know that was a sin
Down in Detroit it was never about my color
Surrounded by my brothers and I'm
Down south everybody rep yo city
Queens Brooklyn Bronx Manhattan
Staten no matter where you from make it happen
Black, white, Asian, Latin
Natives,
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
She was everything to me and she was my woman
I can remember the first time we met in New York City, in Central Park
I was wearing a pair of white
radio play
'Cause I do what I want to do anyway
I can slit my wrists if I want to
By the time I get to Arizona
I'm not from L.A. or New York
I
When I first came to town people
I was walkin' down Pennsylvania Avenue.
I heard a lot people talking 'bout the White House.
I decided I'd drop
blah
Tuna on white
Guns all night
Blah blah blah
Cat taboo girl-
Raped by an ape
Cat taboo girl
Jam the sucker in
You dig the mongrels
bullied by Max?
We send a fuck nigga right to the sky
She wanna suck on my dick, I'm that guy
I cannot fuck on that hoe 'cause she white
Well actually I
had like jazz
If you down for change then they take your voice away
And then they tell you the best is white
Co-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic
Blah-blah-blah
Tuna on white, guns all night
Blah-blah-blah
Cat taboo girl, raped by an ape
Cat taboo girl jam the sucker in
You dig the mongrels
Guardian
Ima mack bitch
R.i.p Miller
Bought a balmain jacket for the cold winter
Got 4 zippers
Mike jack thiller
We got bitches, you just watch them like
spenders
Do it big like a true center
White here talking mid winter
Custo's like a soup kitchen
Carter building new jack city
Birds moving like its
damn Peggy and lojii
They all make Jack White
Look like a can of Sprite
Knock one back, you know that's a yum on tap
But now I'm thinking about
bout to tap in
My white boy wimme yea you know they let my Jack in
Word to Wes, I been skating, so you might as well hawk It
I'm pretty in the game, my
Believe Learn And Prosper (B.L.A.P.) make it happen
Bro got them jacks in, and we on a private plane
You can bring them packs in! And I'm packin
The way
dope shit Is what I do
Bag it up and cash in before I shoot
Forever mf Kunta with both legs
Little Malcolm grown up Detroit Red
I been livin my Eight
stay
Wit me it's black and white
But the newbies all gray
What I spent last night
Got it right back today
Detroit to DC, California Weed me
Fat nigga
dissin'
Look at your life, tell me what's missin
Bitches, riches, no way of livin
Back in Detroit, shootin' my shot
Just like the Pistons, pass me the rock
damn near everything
I be balling leave him in a dream, Dr. King
He ain't fucking with my young niggas, where the fuck your green
Trapping in the White
Breakin' every generational curse in life
Perverse concise make sure the verse is right
Return who adverse to the Earth
Make sure that my hearse is white
All work and no play
Makes Jack a dull chap
When it comes to the crunch
It s too much I've got to stop
No pain and no gain it s driving me insane
the sum
I'mma just forever be living or
Die by the gun uh, black and white tuxedo
Tuck ego, regal Billy Dee though
Touch cheese, so cerebral skeezes
Be like
Damn fucked up the white tux
Too much dusse
Inside my damn cup
I'm never fucked up
I smoke enough blunts
Niggas fuck up i got the grip
Tucked in da
my bunny fur white
I keep my shit clean
Gotta look good for the chicks
Know what I mean?
I keep the hop hip, by the way, I hip-hop
Doc Sipps'll get
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