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Real life of a stoner
Face it by my dolie, my nigga, I've been a loner
I be smoking stogies about the size of my boner
Tryna get the foreigner, big

Whenever we play (we play)
The revolution now in your ear

Haile Selassie lungs, Bob Marley bong
Marcus Garvey hardy get my black party on
Malcolm X tech, by

and cold
And tubes in my urethra, down my throat
And up my nose
My friends and the doctors were
All shocked I wasn't dead
That's when Katrina looked at me

Gangsta

Young Dro

Best Thang Smokin'

2006

at and I know where da pills at
Twenty four five whole thang dat's fo' real black
Ain't no short numbers for all you'll short comers

Man, da trap off da

and she had to re-up
She use to roll with 50 gees in the black ram truck
Lil Momma was balled out last year they try to kill her 
You could tell by her

Fire supplier
All these politicians really murderers and liars
When Katrina hit they sent down the murderers for hire
To destroy the Black nation, pave

I hit Chicago, I'm calling Regina
Multiple pussies on call, I'm a genius I wanna drown , so I call up Katrina
Pussy keep talking bout shots don't

the body

They'll blame it on the black dress, black dress
They'll blame it on the high heels, red lips
They'll blame it on the fresh face, white lace

fit to match
Say this say that
And imma keep spitting til my teeth turn black
Say this say that
With my eyes open wide and my lips fit to match
Say this

song, you betcha?
Nobody steal my flow, my beats, my swag, my feets
Devastating more than hurricane katrina my wife name lois but no im not peta

(black dress)
Your body in that black dress(black dress)
Ohh
Now that I gotchu all alone
Baby put down your phone
Let our lips dance around love
vibes are

boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth

Juvenile on Fire

Juvenile

400 Degreez

1998

boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth

on the lips)
I want a love like Lucas and Max
I want to walk down the street and not be stared at
It feels like we're living way back
'Cause I'm black

eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear this year will be better than the last

Jet black - the ink that spells your name
Jet black -

a snack
Not a taste
On my face
Whole meal
Not a sip
Not a bite
Man forreal
Whole meal
Black choco, white choco
Back seat, turning loco
Meltin up, oil coco

to reup
She use to roll with 50 gees in a black ram truck 
Lil mama was balled out last year they tried to get her 
You could tell by her swagger 
She

the garden, man I feel like I'm Carmelo
Minus it by 10, sip a 40 of Modelo
Stepback, James Harden
Stepback, James Harden
50 in the garden
50 in the garden

wars on foreign shores
That's what people are talking about

Some have a little and some have not
I'm getting by with what I've got
The rich getting

Gangsta

Young Dro

Summer 2K6 Chopped Not Slopped

2006

at and I know where da pills at
Twenty four five whole thang dat's fo' real black
Ain't no short numbers for all you'll short comers

Man, da trap off da

resolution didn't last
When's the real winter gonna come?
Black dress on the wooden floor
Dirty jokes from your wide lips
Prepared stories to make me laugh

second
Take it all in
You ever heard two niggas nice as this with bars like a pen
I swear my ink is like a Nina
Wave you off like Katrina
You need to get

(verse 1)
I remember when a nigga used to dream about some shit
When Katrina washed my city and left me without a crib
Way before a brotha knew

I knew when I was young, when December fifth comes
Black Pete's the one the kids are getting gifts from
This custom caused a shit storm, there's