Lyrics:
kevelli openly crush your whole roster
Juggalos got my CD's in thier lockers
And Ipods bumping that American monster
The horrorcores overcome by
Some
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
What it is shawty? Can I roll good?
See you impressed by the game like ya s'pose to
You see rap stars with cars and black cards
All you get is convos,
back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we
Flyin in black cars but you with the roost
Thinkin a nigga was black though
Now
a spokesperson for a generation
Within the same old fear of a Black planet
Twenty years of blood, sweat
No tears for fanatics
So damn it, if times is hard, time is
suite
Thugged out with some Hennessy
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh
cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some Hennessey
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
Not gonna stop till
yeah
It don’t matter who in office, yeah
Black life fills up them coffins, yeah
Y’all plant the seeds, now this harvest
Y’all plant the seeds
Stop
So from CD to TV to movies back to rhymin'
My lifestats makes Jordan's six rings look common
Ya'll hate, I retaliate, just by being great
Big Will
of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all last cd?
Look at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too much if you ask me
I'm
keep your body comin' like a cta
You're dealin with a true baller baby
Givin' you the keys to my mercedes
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
the Queen looks pretty in pink
These other MC’s are skint
I’m looking at black BM limousine tint
'Cause I don’t want nobody to see me
Unless I’m on TV
Yo, you
through the door, what do you see?
[Tek]
The Representatives for the BCC
Aiyyo, aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
Um yeah, yo let's do this, stop that
Oh oh (oh oh)
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
heart stoppers partner
Red and black impala ride
Street like patrollie’s
Coached by OG’s to stay low-key (what else)
Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T
My
everything
All black everything
All black everything
All black
No landing, geared up for arrival, nowhere to arrive to
The subject seems upset by that
out beyond me
And make moves with more strategal than the army
Freak freak, y'all, and it don't stop
It's Black Sheep on the street with sure shots
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
burnin' CD's 'cus she runs through deposits
You know the team, I got Mets on the keys
Loyalty and honesty the only things I need
Underdog status, rep it
ain't gonna stop
Until the work is done
Am I black enough
Black enough for you
Am I black
Black enough for you
We're gonna move on up
Two by
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys-keys open doors
Yugh! Make your skin crawl
Press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon'
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