Lyrics:
then spit the stems
Description, Liberace, fit's the gems
Was six when I traveled
The young black Pharrell
Walk you out your crib wit
Your lips around
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
on this rap shit I always keep a stash
[Shawn Black]
After a rough game, I see them willy niggas flossin'
Next time I see em' they be layin' in
I don't care what they say, I'm in love
There ain't enough money in the world
Boy together I get high, smooches, our lips lock
Together I get
baggin two zip, smackin two crips with a black in my lips
Spittin facts out the ash of a wood tip
Coughin up 16 new hits, thrivin on a vibe only i can rip
conscious style
Yo, where all the teachers went
With all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas that
Used to chat like this?
See, I remember
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
the hands of time
She's got long blonde hair and deep big eyes
I got all I ever need when at girl is by my side
Everything I love is there inside
all is that we are bonded by the First Amendment!
We have the freedom of expression!
We have the freedom of choice!
And you, Chinese, black, green,
what I see
You stay Lookin' so seductive for me
On you right now I like what I see
Come put your body & lips all on me
Little Red
what I see
You stay lookin' so seductive for me
On you right now I like what I see
Come put your body and lips all on me
Little red
on the top was no more sure
Loose lips flipped the script
The fantasy trip, swiftly ended
It took no time to blend in, with the population prison
My
her name on my arm and the rain coming down
I kissed her like it was the first time
I took her down to the railroad tracks
And her red, red lips
to work it
So you can reminisce what I'm about to do
Gripping your thigh
Biting your lip
Hands on your body
Say you fucking with me
Taking my time
Don't say
no more
This is time I want to dress you in my heart'a
Decor
Deijuvhs
We painted it black
Lust dripping in blood
my clique
Got Midas on my lip
Prada with the clip yeah you know I done it big
Everybody dream of talking to me, everybody dream of talking to me
misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic?
Ripped through scenes in my life like old flicks
My body lit
Spit flow into piles
Gave birth to styles
Inflict scripts pre-flipped
By my lips in the cell
The Black Panthers, and the Young Lords
And this is my particular
Comment about that conspiracy
"Comment #1":
The time is in the street you know
Us living
wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call
lady lips singin' like on soul train
The niggaz that's a problem is minimal margin
The Colonel, Capitan, Lieutenant, General Sergeant
Black, one man
One man, honcho truck load, ammo
All black, suit and tie, don't move in camo
Gloves on, no Evie
Trigger finger forever ready
One man, one machete
Out
As the wind sets the mood, it's time to let off
A sucker tried to play me, the E I'm not soft
I'm very hardcore, droppin bombs like Warsaw
It reminds
up on your way to
Work, see it all the time, always passing by
Call it playing Beetle-bug, yeah
It's on sight, better throw a punch
Running late
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