Lyrics:
Let me break it down and show you my skills
(O oh)
Cause I can do it for real, but then I chill
(yeah) they had something on the Internet
About a white
the car it was white
With the pale moon to match
85 to 26
Compton bridge to Howard gap
And I swear ain't nobody checking me
I didn't mean to call you but
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
the better half
I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch
I guess you know by now who's number one
on Dwight right now
(Yeah)
My pockets on Dwight Howard
Fuck a 12
Fuck a 3 plus 9
With they white power
I got magic power
And they been afraid
Chalkline us up
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets
By the seams of they jeans
CREAM get the money
And run it to the hills y'all
Dell, murderess world wind of wit
Get the worse of I break it down bit by bit
Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
And if you don't love
people to stick together
And this type of thinking also will bring an end to the brutality inflicted on black people by white people
And it the only thing
the answer
The priest named me Akhenaten
While the laymen dance on the Floor
I was destined to dance on Ceiling
Sir Isaac Newton's laws shall be Broken By
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
outside congregating? their masks get passed out
And I ain't got a problem with white folk
Unless my presence keeps you off balance 'cause racism's your
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
love you I'll give you the planet
I say that I love I'll bury the world
Smoking white runts all my blunts filled with za za
That car go zoom zoom but
always been the hustla type, smart black mother fucker
You know the type yo mom would like
I remember howard drive (Damn) I miss howard drive
Had so many
despite the path that you choose
That's why I took a year off to refocus my views
Came back and heard the game is solely run by the youth
So pay respect
know you free
Transparency in your vision
Boy you can see
Black and white Gazelles
With the Adidas jacket
Louis V necklace
With the ring to match it
Out
It’s nothing for you
Think it’s dope then it’s cool
And if you don’t then just move on
I got too much to do
Can’t be pressed by distractions that
of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
obstacles
And while I'm shouting out on a roll
One time for James E West
And what you did wit these microphones
He created
90% Of the technology
Placed in
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