Lyrics:
I have a dream
My body
Your body
Every body in this party
Can your body top the beat beat beat
My body
Your body
Everybody in this party
cnd now
me
Black on black crime on the rise I understand rightly
Color blinded let the lead shift his face slightly
Origami at your doorstep do it politely
He
The paler the skin the blacker the crack
By that I mean the realest of crack
But being black who wouldn't want that (Who)?
Ain't no space on history's page
in your party yeah (Yeah) well I'm that mother fucker
Feeling horny a bit naughty yeah (Yeah) I'm that mother fucker
And I love to smoke that ganja
Throw a party on a sunday
I kissed too many chicks do it all again on monday
Cruising down the street going 90 in a hyundai
Serving up these niggas
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
yours, " black top pebble
Bores, soldiers molded when the joneses every
Grown-up in Dakota came to groping
No motives they showed
Em the gross quotas, hog
gone keep them black dollars back in black pockets
Let me stop it back on topic of our discussion
On reconstructing these economic functions
Thats
It's only my nature
It's the return of the papi dirty and naughty
Mellow type of groove that bring the life into the party
Haters can't stop me dirty
black chuck's
Standing tall in your freestyle session holding my balls
I'm peeping game like a ref in '95
Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas
Katana my lap
Stay running my lap
System bucking back
I got bitches on my app
Black cat in the cave
I bought me some bats
Switchblades in the rave
I
Studio session almost over
And dang near everything closed
Got a text bout a secret location
It's a party in such n such's basement
Text her back send
fasho she would do it
But I might just have to have you talk her in to it, yeah
At your house party gettin' drunk and dancin' naughty
At your house party
schooled em again
Take a seat this class in session
Hitting rap from a new direction
From the fit to the shoes he the freshest
Might not like it but you're
in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with
(repeat choruses 1 and 2)
Oppression was in session and my life was the term
But when I heard about the Word I was willing to learn
About a flavor I
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Yes yes y'all
The best y'all, yes yes y'all
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yes y'all
If I ruled the world, was king on the throne
I'd make peace in every
from all my lessons
My father said to turn to God indulge in prayer sessions
Confess and beg for mercy and I promise you de-stressing
If you're patient
realize that the weak would fall
The best pick out of the crop of MCs
Got rocked by the fact of realness
Stop, the shit
Block parties was a thing
piece of shit raps get bitch-slapped
'Til it's all pitch black like Satchel Paige
Session - and I must be dissing a tramp
Man, nobody likes me, I
together Few drinks then we go gangster
Never met a baddie like you Pull up at the party with a vibe
We came to the session late Looking like a Hov and Bey
Rock with me
Yeah just like that you got it
We do it at the park
We do it by the lake
We do it in the streets
We keep it in the team
We keep it after
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
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