Lyrics:
about the bad times
Man that was last night
Feel the beat and flash
Your yellow teeth by the black light
Suck down a strong drink
Make out with a swamp
just hold you tight
Like a four-leaf clover, I be goin' through
Your flowers, baby, your garden's open
A sight for sore eyes
Good lord, I'm focused
Pac and Big
Cause I party like a rock star
Fuck when my cocks hard
I drink to the fact
I can't drink and drive a damn car
Man fuck you this is how I
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther feelin just like a king
Guess dis is what he meant when he said dat he had a dream
[Chorus]
Yeah!
I think I'm Tray Martin, Troy Davis
O. Grant, except ya boy made it
By God's graces, I have managed to avoid racists
Cause they intentions cause God
ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said
You look so good, baby, Ha
It's one on one tonight, tonight, Ha, ha
Drink in my hand, hand on my chip
A vamp bitch do it like this
Here with your man
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring your girl
Or when you hit your mans
And
Get that shit off ya chest
Finally clock out get some rest
Turn 18 and fly out the nest
Fall into her arms
And it drops
what they say, if you ain't having shows, then you getting have a show
Fabric by the hands of Zeus
You seen what he did to his own son
Now put your head
like his 'rarri
Watch by jaeger
But my shoes are made by 'marri
Stepped on your boyfriend
Didnt say sorry
Licky licky licky
Heres comes gucci
and put the mic down
Step back and put the mic down
Step back and put the mic down
Uhh... let's see who want it now
Cooking up some compositions good
should've put me)
And now I'm on my worst
I was only part of your lust
You should've put, put me first
You should've put, put me first
You should've put, put
Paul Fireman, I got 'em on fire man
He ain't been this hot since AI was signed
Now a nigga talkin' to Kenyon Martin
Shawn Marion, shit I might be
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Though we was deserving to blame
He preferred to give grace
But they still put Him
In chains, battered, beaten, and slain
Robes tattered and stained
Then
call me the lunch man
Big bang, think tank, Golf on the ring mane
Ima big dog, big dog, with a big fang
Bad in a good way, manic on a good day
Might've
Cops like, "You can drink, put a bag on it"
Back in the days...
[ (Jahdan &) Tek ]
(Think back now)
What's today's mathematics?
Saturday Night Specials,
get a 22 drink
Gyaldem ah' watch my ting
How about a crook and a princess combining
And I'd be giving her the good pipe
And man walked in
Yo it's
Better treat your girl right
'Cause another man will
Better eat ya girl like another man will
'Cause u leave your wife
And I see ya wife
That be for real
And wrap your arms around a nigga every time I kiss you
Can you visualize the picture, me and you in ecstasy
Don't be upset, it's good sex, when you next
And country up
Country up your drink, your boots, your ride
Put a four by four in a Friday night
Find field or river or a honky tonk
Put a camo Bass Pro
a bitch
The homeboys laugh, everytime
And then I put her in my rhyme
Talk about a bitch who sucked dick
Man oh man that bitch can lick
She'll have a nigger
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