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Albums:

Black Suits/Nod Ya Head [Australian Single] (Will Smith) · Black Suits Comin' (Will Smith) · Black Hearts In Black Suits (Spiritual Front) · Head Nod Supremacy (Freshchest Affiliates) · In Our Space Hero Suits [16 Tracks] (Those Dancing Days) · Suits (Fish) · In Our Space Hero Suits [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Those Dancing Days) · Suits (Fish) · Cowboy Boots & Bathin Suits (Jerry Jeff Walker) · It Suits Me Well: The Transatlantic Anthology (Dave Swarbrick) – and 90 other albums »


head {The black suits comin'}
Let me see you nod ya head like this {The black suits comin'}
Let me see you (Nod ya head) like this {The black suits
head {The black suits comin'}
Let me see you nod ya head like this {The black suits comin'}
Let me see you (Nod ya head) like this {The black suits
head {The black suits comin'}
Let me see you nod ya head like this {The black suits comin'}
Let me see you (Nod ya head) like this {The black suits
and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me, so get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
(Nod ya head)

When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let
Artist: Will Smith f/ Tra-Knox
Will:
 Ugh, Ugh, I'm comin' (echoes)...
 ...Watch ya back, I'm comin...
[Man (singing):]
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent

Ey, ask me what I
Tiger Woods I`m good

[Parrish Smith]
Time to black out, no doubt, people want to know about
the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is
Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is
[Parrish Smith]
Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about
The inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
Damn skippy I'm tipsy, high
airlines and start aimin rhymes
My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines
Bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda
Oh you rap don't say jack
And I'm Parrish Smith

Check it, now I'm back with the flyest material
Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial
My mic's deadly, so I scratched off
slow up the street men sit four deep in
They seats and slow up by the scene, bandanas hide they faces
But all they heads are shakin'
They nod in
track will be in ya ear
Like new wax/now max
And tell your neck veins to relax

I gotcha head noddin' 'cause your neck knows it phat
Check it out
a black Smith-and-Wessun

Load the clip, bust lead to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead

Load the clip, bust lead to the head
for my seed
Ride for my g, the rest of ya niggas to me is thieves
Freeze, music 'Preme

[Chorus]

I'm a classic, the +Shining Star+, ya head nod
and Smif-N-Wessun 

Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black 

The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back 

BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did
four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, +Control+
like Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya
Movin like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your
time for crime 
These the bad days of time, under oath I can't lie 
 
And if I die, rhymes will spend you on right 
Be strong, keep ya head
ya know, good always overcomes evil, man, you know
And to all real guys out here, man, that's handlin' ya business
All my brothers, brown, black
[Crunchy Black]
Here's a round a two a, what ya want to do a?
Smoke that fuckin' weed, smoke some fuckin' budda
You might as well gone head suit up, What ya
pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin'
pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin'
and crazy
And they won't stop til you're pushin' up daisies, uhh

[Chorus]

Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture
Black heads explode ya flesh when they
?
Let's see if he can be ya savior
When I cave ya chest in with me murder weapon
They can't find out Smith and Wesson
Only glocks and street machines with