Lyrics:
to make lean in it
No Black Eyed Peas but “I gotta feeling”
Hit from the back
And make his girlfriend scream in it
Dating two girls
You know how I’m livin’
You have sinned.
You will die
You will be absorbed.
No more god,
Safe at last
Embrace the abyss.
The dark is warm,
Comforting
Welcome
gets spread out
We talk behind the mac you bust lead out
Wit next prospect, no particular concept do we follow
Smooth but yet solid like marble
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
Ha, ha, ha (uh-huh)
Primo, check
I like to call myself the God
Now Miss Nancy Ann ran a boardin' house with a faded sing that read
"Single Rooms For Single Girls No Men Allowed" it said
But rumor had it that
He had on all black and his hair was in twist beffin since way back middle skool in the 6th
Watchin his every step cuz i know dis nigga real and leave
hey
I just want the boss to be honest (yeah)
Told her, "Ayy, who your friend?
Put me on it, " ayy
My hoes in the crowd, what we on? Look
Call me Sosa
And I'm liking her style
Then it all fades to black
I don't think I'll be going back
Cause when the lights came on
She was in another's arms
Bridge:
I
to go off and spaz
You just got caught in the raft
Give me my preps at least
I’m still a black kid with a check on me
So really girl, please do not mess
altercations
That end in homicide with no justification
Political agendas achieved though economic
POLICE spell pigs in ebonics
We were swallowed by the
System
thinkers, get outclassed by a teen
When I was her age, my concern was parties every week
But now is the day,
That we need leaders to step in and lead
When
know mother nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, forget
Uh, that's right
Uh, know what it is
I remember mix-tape exclusive, no-name producers
You wasn't hot till you sold by all boosters
Run up in
it's fo'-real that it's
no skill displayed, de shades gone now
So it's time to build my own umbrella
Tell it tell her hella mellow fellows loungin
pole ass nigga, no better than the ho', the type that don't like to see good shit grow. Ought to hang you and tag you by the toe John Doe, trick
remains
Punishing blind black souls in her name
The Healer
Here he comes
The Healer
Resets the world
The Healer
No more chances
The Healer
Steals your soul
validation
I live this shit, no imagination
I used to buy Act' by the cases
I'm a fat, Black nigga ridin' in a spaceship
I'ma fah-fah-fah-fah, so don't play,
sheila in tangerine socks - hair pitch black
And she walked right by me
And she said, you wanna boogie with m' baby
You wanna move with m' baby, you wanna
(?) i en rullende Royce
Med et fully automatic her by my side
All black (?)
Ka' ikk' let you down
(?) sound, (?) sound
Chopperen den har 100 rounds
just got a puncture
Got a little browning, everybody wants her
I just left a function, got a little drunker
Sippin' on that Cognac, little bit
a penny dream,
Faces with no name no address, keep staring in on my distress
But she kills me with her smile.
Hold on, nightrider baby, hold on you're
the face
A black jack
Shit, queen tryin' to ride the ace
My game lethal
y'all shit see through
I'ma turn the beat too
y'all know how we do
Ain't no
and down)
Oh, oh, oh, what?
Make your girlfriend shake her booty (Yeah)
Up and down and 'round and 'round
No opps, but she wanna do me
Rollin' more ones,
the movies, life could be that black and white
But up there, on the screen
There was romance
And the make-believe would carry me away
Because no one I'd
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