Lyrics:
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
on standby
"K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box"
I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home
Let me talk my shit
White chalk adlibs
This
and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonyms, fall back
Been in it before Internet had new hacks
My innocence limited,
got no time for wait
It’s my time I gotta shine by my side I think you should stay
Cause we moving lowkey tryna stay out the way
Fuck with her I'ma
gon' say that lil nigga got it
He always got a Glock tucked in his boxers
Hangin' out the window, that nigga wylin'
Glock big and black like Ben Wallace
This is not a song to tell you not to put me in a box
This is not a song to say I can do what I can clearly not
I am me
And you are you
It's that simple!
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
oh
Entre dans les rangs, les lions se sont retrouvés
Mix after mix et pas le temps de reculer
So we run run run
Step by Step
Night after night le
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola
matter what you say to me
I'll be doin' this at 83
I've been doin' this since ABC's
In the major leagues doin' major things, don't play with me, woo!
of a clock
You might get killed for being black, no longer state of a shock
Too many lames to keep account, like when the hell it's gon' stop?
Crooked cops
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my
when the pac ends,
You never mix bizness with new friends
All black Benz you can call it pac man
25 10 9 and a 4 5 on me
I don't need no coley do
black, one chrome
Sounding out, outside your home
(Ah, right by you)
Two door coupe, let her drive (Skrr)
Heard that she curve all the guys (Curve)
All
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
pop
Don’t go mix me up, no hot pot
Don’t go mix me up, no hot pot
It’s hard to see y’all in my box
It’s hard to see y’all in my box
Every moment in
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
new papers on it
Front roast up, corner thugs roast up
Mix the black with green, watch me mack the scene
As a matter of fact, them caps gon' bang
invited (I'ma light it up)
I'm so amazing the joint's a blazin'
I can rip a mic on any occassion
My forfeit, the book is big I'm black Haitian
Your
(Kick it over here)
I'll Roll You Up
(Roll 'em up, Roll 'em up Mix)
(Kick, kick, kick it over here)
(Kick, kick, kick it over here)
(kick it over here
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is here and he's black
Recitin poetry,
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