Lyrics:
jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
Not wacked I don't try to act black when
I came up I came at ya from the outskirts
Bag of weed in the pocket
of cash
Get a car with party inside
Driven by an i-Pad with a band playing live
Top floor and I put on my shades
While two young girls come by and they
free at last
We was up at the party but we was leavin' fast
Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas
I'm lyin', I needed condoms, don't look through
up, black? give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who
Fleet stands tall and proud
See if you can pick the livest one out the crowd
MC's you won't be around next year
M.S. comin' from the rear
We see
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
jewelry so gaudy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris
America, meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
a strainer, poisoned by the waiter
Drown in the dirt, eat a fuck for a chaser
Pardon me Barbie, this ain't a party for you Kramer
Marking me the maker if I
energy
That... family first dom toretto typa energy
I grab her by the waist
She so gentle when she next to me
Fuck it
But you know it's true
Spent weeks
seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
Oh no
The next days after fun in track 3
I was on Twitter, "Something's bothering me"
A couple more black men shot down
In separate cities, it
so on it (oooooh ooooh)
Bit us all... Innocent
Standin' around... Kissin' ass
Police in the window
Dead lady in the bath
I think my next door
You can call me a skunk
Cause I'm white and black funk
Not much junk in my trunk
Just a whole lotta spunk
And I'm feelin like Nietzche
I know God is
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
A building door opened, damn, it was my cousin
Getting off of work, dressed up, no lie
Tux, cumberbund and a black bow tie
I was like "hey!" ("Who is it?")
A building door opened, damn, it was my cousin
Getting off of work, dressed up, no lie
Tux, cumberbund and a black bow tie
I was like "hey!" ("Who is it?")
organs quiver more
Bodies of filthy whores all on my storage floor
Landlord can smell the stench seeping through the door
He was dead the next week so I
lined up out the door
Dimes galore
What's in store
Whip waiting by the door
(Yeah)
Rolls Royce painted matte black
Looking like that
Of a foreign Diplomat
up its the neighbour from next door
He says ay man I don't know what you stressed for
But please can I
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Lately I
on the barbershop doors
Entourage, security galore
When was the last time
You rolled by yourself, superstar?
Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart
I'm awakened
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