Lyrics:
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
A-one, two, y'all, and you don't
chart and I will not, stop
But we ride, then we roll, and you stop (like we always do it 'bout this time)
Yeah we go, yeah we go (hey, hey, hey)
Yeah
chart and I will not, stop
But we ride, then we roll, and you stop (like we always do it 'bout this time)
Yeah we go, yeah we go (hey, hey, hey)
Yeah
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
the cops, drink by the sea
No one can stop us, pass me the keys
If I'm a loser, I'm your loser
If I'm the chooser, I'ma choose her
It's the sweet life (Sweet
a lot its royalty
Seeing me is owing me
Having this joy in me
Can't toy with me
I'm a Black Oiler b
BLACK
We all royalty
Don't be blinded by the color
haters can't stop real TRU playas
even though you still hate you can't stop playas
(Beats by the Pound)
Wassup to all the players out there in New
used to cry to the lord
How a young black sister get it so hard
Two babies to raise all by myself, help wanted
I see the tank comin through so I
the cereal and munching on some Cheerios
YTV on my TV
Won't find HD, rewind CD’s
Magic lamp in hand, Walkman playin’ Space Jam
Number one fan, walkin’ like I
the path that we've chosen (Yes)
I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm living ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back
burn we can take our 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,
know me (Yuh)
Riding 'round let me stop by my auntie (Auntie)
Asked her 'bout it while she sippin' on her coffee (Coffee)
She say again, Lolo run it back
on
All this capital it's like I left the caps lock on
It's like every time I plot a return I seem to shift the game
See I can still talk keys without
Always
They can't stop him
No way
They can't solve him
No way
They can't stop him
No way
The boy been a problem
All-day
The boy been a problem
Got keys
Black and I'm dope
Black and I'm dope
Black and I'm dope
Black and I'm dope
Black and I'm dope
Black and I'm dope
Black and I'm dope
Black and I'm
shaken
'Cause
I'm low key
Low profile
No, I'm no G
I got no style
But I still flex
I still ride
I won't stop
I won't drop
'Till you suckas say
I'm low key
it’s racks on racks
This CD wasn’t sh** n****
Watch how sick I get n****
Spit sh** like a AK
Five18 gon flip n*****
Daffy couldn’t duck these
Swaggin’
you tell me please
Where the keys, where the keys
Hands and knees chained by the feet
Of the beat down work of this mid-summer heat
Need release, if I
Ha, let's get it (Fire, ayo, it's lit)
Ima' be writin' till' I'm old (Let's go)
By then cd's will be sold (Straight up, sheesh boy)
Rhymin' gonna get
walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader
to purchase every one of my CD’s
Need the platinum plaques, need producers to see
Need the labels to step up representing me
Need the private jets to go with my
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
Alanis Morrisette
From audio cassette
One week had an upset
For radio plays met
By a broke bitch better yet
No hands in her pocket, bet
You oughta
Buck buck buck-buck-buck, buck-buck buck buck!
All rude bwoy lissen up!
Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop
Stop shootin black people, we
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