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a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
wheels
My chicks real, with the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how them lips feel

I'm shinin' cause I'm clinin' on the strip
got a clear mind and firm courage

O ring upon my finger, little golden ring
Devoutly I press you to my lips and to my heart

Sisters come adorn
check the serial
Foreign bad bitch and she say her name Trina
Traphouse look like it got hit by hurricane Katrina
These pounds bought a beamer, everything
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if we ain't never let
a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They said you murked me by the time I was twenty one
That
For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all

Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
Did I have under my belt, like boxers
Not to brag
a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They said you murked me by the time I was twenty one
That
baby)
Mary, Mary, on my mind

Modern lover modern kind
When we close the door we're never out of time
Out of time
Black hair, red lips, brown eyes
a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if we ain't
at and I know where da pills at
Twenty four five whole thang dat's fo' real black
Ain't no short numbers for all you'll short comers

Man, da trap off da
bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
(To peace or hell for
game, holding hands
Sit back and just bug, think about that
Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.J. found innocent by a jury
think about that
Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.J. found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fuckin with that
choice, had golden brown eyes
Def lips, and fly thighs
Jet black hair, her complexion clear
And her derriere, had savoire-faire
Big gold teeth in her mouth
at and I know where da pills at
Twenty four five whole thang dat's fo' real black
Ain't no short numbers for all you'll short comers

Man, da trap off da
For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all

Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
Did I have under my belt, like boxers
Not to brag
a big black Bible and a snow-white dress 

She was 19 years of age and was developed to a fault
But I will admit she knew the Bible well
A little
miles away
No time or space

O preacher you're way too loud
My head's spinning round
Watch my gown
He's dressed in black
Don't let me drown
Oh preacher
wrist, look like a package of piss 
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray 
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day 
They could put it on my wrist,
to the waterfall 
I got swallowed by the undertow 
I twist, I turn, but I know there's only one way out of this 
So honey if you're listening 
Press your lip
a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They said you murked me by the time I was twenty one
That
y'all

Pop quiz, how many topless black foxes
Did I have under my belt like boxers?
Not to brag but if it add up
One, two, *** that's mad nuts
a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They said you murked me by the time I was twenty one
That