Lyrics:
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
your eyes
The good, the bad, the wrong, the right
Fade into a bright white line
Shinin' down on you
Your hangin' on by a thread
Wondering which ones
your eyes
The good, the bad, the wrong, the right
Fade into a bright white line
Shinin' down on you
Your hangin' on by a thread
Wondering which ones
finish these cans!
Blue line to Airport, the old Conrail tracks
Black and white fill of Gata and Felix the Cat
Primo, a pig with a badge. She's catching
the hardest fucking beats the Midwest don't know how to act
Look at that, mediocre, but they hittin' like a dad
Belt 'n' buckle, time to scuffle yeah
White
like Flash
Never had a lot but I made it now
Started smokin' pot, I'm still faded, how
They say Randune's my favorite, wow
When I come around they play
To stay at home
And see
Flash
The mirror ball's throwing mold
You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold
See the flash catch a white lily laugh
(Blah)
Chalk line, etched and sketched out
White glow around your body
Now they're haulin' you out
It must be faced, that's your life I take
Crime scene
Someone who stays high
High
Watching their life go by
By, by
Someone content with riding behind
Ride that
Nigga
They come in all colors
White
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
I'm a flash, oh, you were blinded by the love I had
I'm a flash, the light could only get in through the cracks
And you've gotta do the right
ain't my game
But today I see you
And I hang my head in shame
Lipstick on your collar, and the colour isn't mine
White lines on the dresser, and you
Hey doorman,
Tell 'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
You niggas keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money
White washed walls, washing on the line
Sun kissed fields, corn waving in the breeze
Rosita sings, as she does he chores
Her white dress bright,
Standing on my square, firm (line 'em up)
Grafted germ trying to shake my foundation (shakers)
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the Fther
If He didn't
white bitch is rich something like Madonna
Big M on the whip but it ain't a Mazda
From Gertz all the way to Kings Plaza
Flow viciously sick need to see
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
white, old innocent lies came to mind
As we stood, congregated, at the firing line
Night ended the fight, but the song remained
And so I headed
(Chorus)
I know my lines
I'm living page by page - watch ink run dry
So lazy
As the time goes by
Start to lose my days - sunflowers rise
No daisies
to a minimum
But one got cracked while I was killing 'em
Back to the present here and
Now in modern times
When Satan's got me signing dotted lines
I pick up
of a teary eyed child
With nothing fake kid
The flash backs of my past acts are numerous
Inside the uterus
Other kinds haven't been so humorous
My laugh lines
Girl I'm parked outside
See the cops outside
Getting tickets, really man, I swear like not this time
Gold blades, white ice
And my dirty white Nikes
on the TV screen?
Battle with the white man day by day
Feds takin' pictures, doin' play by play
They don't never want to see the black man eat
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