Lyrics:
keep all your stimulus pay stubs
We move with the Mass then we shake some
We want the Change tell 'em pay up
This is the Protesters’ Anthem
The new
the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain't in Cali nigga, get out, throw your hands up"
Runnin' real hard shake the taser
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot m.C.s
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
palms tree outta Miami ,blowing throughout the seven seas/iz shot flowing by the bumblebee's clean all the honey out my dream jive left no hive's to contrived a
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
While other emcees say nothin' and talk loud
If you with the tribe, chest out and be proud
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your
hey
I've got the music in me
I've got the music in me
I've got the music in me yeah
Come on shake your body do that conga
No you can't control yourself
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
give it up, watch her
Black girls, wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
White girls, wanna give it up (Yeah) wanna give it up (Yeah)
Spanish
thank Anlo
Connected my family the new Black Sopranos
I'm Strumming your bitch, I feel like Tony campos
You can't hide little bitch, you don't come camo
brains blew by one of his accomplices
Add you to the list of his accomplishments
He came forward in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up
I be your candy?
I ask you like a nice dandy.
Black like the sky at night
When we were side by side
Lullaby dances and delight,
A piece of fabric
and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter, G? Black cat, got your tongue?
Fat track got you sprung, now your hung (do ya feel me?)
Dum-dum-diddy, is
figures, big riches (What?)
Nine inches with a crew of jig bitches (Yeah)
Have bitches, say I'm viscious, mad riches (Whoa)
Black sixes cruise by with
maybe I wasn't liable
To be the oppos that they spy me for
Oh, poor black boy
In the newspaper got another sad story
Killed by the force or in gang
and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter, G? Black cat, got your tongue?
Fat track got you sprung, now your hung (do ya feel me?)
Dum-dum-diddy, is
that ass if you a freak I even see you in my dreams you’re there
Shake that Body body shake your body body move that Body body move your body body shake
of a throne room
What kind of me would I be if I didn't show you
Dreams of the old ooze, smothering
Touch it with your other hand, ain't bothered by the grass
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
a bongo and pop your ass
Pretend I'm Mystical now shake it fast
Watch yourself sticky panty bring rash
Dangerous piss in the Douglass grass
Count some
(Baby, baby, Baby, baby)
I can tell by way you walk
You give it all away
By the sweet way that you talk, yes you do
You got long legs, a black girl sway
a black casket, his son's a bastard
What if the guns was gone soon as your sons was born?
Back to the fisticuffs, only the snakes get bust
>From greed
more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream?
B*U*Y Centennial
Sell 'em pre-canned laughter
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