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Life, love, loyalty, I be there for my niggas
No
Wake up around a hunnid niggas, Lord know this shit is real
Never gave me my niggas name, that's why
"I think you're a jerk! I'm moving from you!"
"Make me a sandwich."
"Moving to Venice."
"I'll be black."
(Jack! What?)
"Still white, Jim . . . "
I
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
You justify those that died
By wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified
Down in the man power office I was lookin' for work|When along comes the feller in a big white shirt|He said you'll have to state your occupation
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
by the bar
So I buy the bar
Turn the bar to a party
We all takin shots like Kobe
Got all, these bitches lookin at me
I see 99 problems but it ain’t 1
the Predator
It's gettin' dissed by the editor
Looked up and hell of white for caper
It's to lynch a nigga on paper
But I'm much too black for the god
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
name)
Through the cheers and the tears we were side by side
(We sing your name, we sing your name)
Do you feel my pride every time that
(We sing your
don't do
You wrong
My song sound ping
Pong
Hong kong Ching Chong
I need all the whites all the browns
I need all the ups and downs
Every one gather
hit it
Hit the road jack
Drive fast make that airbag pop
It is dark outside no cops are on the line
Yo hit on that jack you're the highest on the road
Mr. White, Esquire
460 Montgomery
San Francisco
Attorney for applicant
Wong Fat Pork
White and White Law Firm to Angel Island:
Sir, I hereby file
Nah, I don't carry no white lighter
I don't even like white bitches
And y'all can keep that white Jesus
The only white I fucks with is them dice,
Mack. Yeah, I'm strapped
But, I don't jack (Nah) I don't cap (Nah) I don't trap (Nope)
I ain't on that
Yeah, I Mack (Yup) and I rap (Yup) and I'll scrap
up in white coupes
Word to Ye we Off the Grid and I wanna go to the Moon
Smokin Za with custom drip, nigga you know how we do
With my new thang, shit
the sun hit a white man
Im finna kidnap me a nigga, I need a white van
I sold my white boy some white boy, that's why I keep white friends
They done gave my
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
to fight back cause the new jack black macks
Ain't did shit about that, whack, jackin'
And I'm packin'
'Cause I'm down for the bank I'm stackin'
And in
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