Lyrics:
That my black friend, he a real black kid
Get your own carton, askin' me for a cig
At the food court, he has 2-3 wings
Then the cops come with
the feeling that
A woman is behind it
So I'm always chasing tails
The real-life Sonic
And I'm always spitting fire half black
Half demonic
Nah, I'm half black
I wore a black leather jacket way back in high school
And man, lookin back at these pictures of us, we were so cool
You were so hot in your pink
strength make me black
Yo I want the tone of the voice when I speak
That makes it known most unmistakably
That my chords have been kissed by the Gods
I want
black intellect, a king-like silhouette
I walk like a man and all I demand is respect
See now the kids that might've played me, play me in they decks
these the cards you deal wit
Blawwww n****
Black Wall Street was great
What they missed was the military gates ahhh
Hide the kids and get the do do do do
Light is shinin' beauty sunshine
Here comes one-time the ball was so fine
Heat is blazin' the kids were playin'
His partner was shady tryin'
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
and by the way
They didn't take kindly to me saying I was with the Blacks
Well, now
Now everyone's got the green light (green light?)
I wish I could
from tears to cheers, things we did should be listed
In a pyramid, studied by a little kid
Talked about by old jacks with slacks
Can I move
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
całe miasto
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Chodzę w XXL słucham Tribe Called Quest
Black Moon Kool G Rap NAS Represent
Mów mi O.S.T.R. żaden nick internet
out in the Aspens without smashing that's just foreplay
Hit the connect hands-free by saying, "Jorge!"
It's Black Excellence nigga you can't get next
clown
He's sitting by the trailer
Dropped by a sailor
Tears are pouring down his face
Everything is black and white
All is wrong and nothing's right
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars
black demeanor
Reminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that Beamer
I never was that kid in the streets gripping on Nina's
And still I was that (?)
So who you gonna call when
The airplane rolled up?
Supa Black Man, I'm a coked-up superhero!
Looking like a cross between
Tupac and Bob DeNiro
Like
They got you all nervous because they will kill you in front of your kids,
Black In Amerikkka, we got our own slang & our own swag
We know we gone flex
Police drive by the favela and just kill them
Kids in Brazil yours and my children
Police drive by the favela and just kill them
Problem is, it feels
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked
By the press
Working hard as fuck, taking care of kids, educated for the Black fam-ily she raising,
Black halo queen, Black Afro sheen,
Black twists keeps her Black man
moon.
Theres the finer things in live like kids and a wife before see'n that black moon shine'n.
Yea I listen to my pa as the days go by cause he says
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