Lyrics:
and dunk on yo' ass
If it's up with you
If the chopstick jam, shit
I'm getting hands on
If yo' pieces hitting
Why you never put yo' mans on?
Mm hmm, cut it
you. You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up
no rickey lake
Time don't stop and black don't quit
Flows stay locked y'all can't do shit
Hard not soft get off my dick
Eyes on the clock I charge by
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
country apart
It all in an effort to get total control
The faces are new but the tactics are old
Biden has a history of racist behavior
But this time Blacks
Well I'm just an old man now covered with scars
Most of them I got fightin' in them redneck bars
And A bunch of brand new tattoos that Squench put
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
composure
I pay em back with great dick and red roses
They keep they lips sealed and the other lips open
Right before I take a dive in the ocean & slide like
It's too soon, confiscate slack
News doomed common day black dudes
Who got the drive for stable growth
Full clips choosed, congregate strap
Pull
Unless you giving head I don't wanna hear yo lip
These hoes all love me man they all want the dick
When I get rich I ain't ever finna flip
Im never finna
sure to trot ya)
Black Sinatra (It's just a rap man)
Black Sinatra
(Just for the benefits, cars, we dealing em
Don't bring groupies to the hood we
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
Slipped fell on some black ice
Did you think twice, homeslice come in he went
Satisfied got bars can't s***
Meetin' coast to coast yeah ( ? ) man
mom and pop stores and destroying the fabric of this neighborhood!
We smoking Black & Milds (ay, ay)
We feeling Black and proud
Got that old thing tryna
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
white man eating pizza
And a little girl her name was lisa
Enough of that let me get bk on track
I see man wearing tinfoil hats
And the sky its no longer
Asbo and active
Swear to my two black balls
And my black lips
Man say I'm old skool
But I'm still match fit
Big 45 darg
You can get splash with
You man
down
2 4 0 aye we rule the whole town
She was yo main aye that bitch a hoe now
Sinking them ships because somebody had some lose lips
Do for a bitch they
a credit to his memory
Because I want you to understand
The Reverend Mr black was my old man
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
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