Lyrics:
We get it in like we know it gets worse
People still thinking that we fucking need church
We gonna party like we hardly on earth
Out of this world
punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Bi- gave me
as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
tongue-tied
This is rare air, it's harder to come by
It's high-tech like Common when he was rocking that sungod
Tomato head niggas get sun-dried
They washed
like this beat, see
Rapping off-kilter
Sometimes I hit the cigarette without no filter
I like it when it's lag-time
Let-my-pants-sag time
Let go and let
over my shoulder
Don't like, no I hate being sober
Calling out my name, but I ain't done none yet
Blame it on me like they blame it on 'set
Go on tell
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack
all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
It can only lead
of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
It can only lead
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
wanna find out who it was
Bring him back here to explain why
He put drugs in the bowl
Then lock him up so he
Can't go around taking
More dumps in people's
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to stay
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay
I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, off a loud gun
to make a dollar out of what makes sense
Add it up, told my daddy I'd be a rich man
You never know when your fate gon' switch hand
Get today's solid
Chi-town chicks, this your song
Shout out my M.I.A girls, you can do no wrong
When will I be back, babe it won't be long (Bring that back!)
She had on Black
Smoke on the water
But burning down
You know
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Niggas weak niggas just simps
Skrt off like I’m in a kilt
Dirt shirt like nigga you pilt
Ain’t saying shit lips is sealed
Shhhhh
Better get Home by street
Let me tell you a little bit about what it means to be Black in America:
Being Black in America means constantly being judged. By yourself, by
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
and Chrissy
We was kissin and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
out, black is white
So to-and-fro and side-to-side
Am I coming or going? Man, I can't decide
'Cause back is forth now and stop means go
No means yes,
I been workin' on a little somethin'
You know I just wanted to put it out right here
Here we go
Ayo, I ain't here for the politics
I'm just here for
pray together
To get us through the bad weather, and we love you forever
Let your thought and my heart go hand in hand
I first thought but to start,
come and get down, bust it, come on
Check it out, secondly
it's me the BROther ?uest from the S-Q-T (Square Roots)
And he's Black Thought, the boy
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