Lyrics:
Damn fucked up the white tux
Too much dusse
Inside my damn cup
I'm never fucked up
I smoke enough blunts
Niggas fuck up i got the grip
Tucked in da
my bunny fur white
I keep my shit clean
Gotta look good for the chicks
Know what I mean?
I keep the hop hip, by the way, I hip-hop
Doc Sipps'll get
I'm Mike Jack
Thinking with the match head
Ignite traps
Fly away from hate
Mice rats
Fixing my plate
I need rice with that
White man begging
Bring
the 1
But I could play the deuce
Coke white, Old English D my fitted navy blue
313 Michigan it's in the name of you
Rollie plane Jane they know I'm in
All work and no play
Makes Jack a dull chap
When it comes to the crunch
It s too much I've got to stop
No pain and no gain it s driving me insane
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
than eat
Hear more than a roar or a floor board creek
Who’s that, two cats ain’t jack to me
Proved that. Moved racks like factory
True facts, two rats
and Tom rolling in Big White
Loaded as fuck, bumping "The Cactus."
I hope the Stoney Boys don't try to jack us
Gas tank was loaded, and so was the E
And if you ain't wit it then
You in the food chain
I'm in that wide body I'mma need two lanes
Blue seats white paint wetter than new rain
It look like
of smoking kush, I need some Moonrock out in Cali
I got a white bitch and she give me that Becky but her name is Sari
I pimp, I don't play with them
She
Sweet Life....css so fat,
Schmurda dance in the pussy like Bobby.
Keep it straight like Cadillac, Flip it like a flap Jack
If she got the sweet
I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing
black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts
I have one black and one Mexican
They have five outstanding
fills with black stone
Heart been attacked hard to unpack
I should have known the red flag
Far away (There is red flag)
Enough with white lie (There is
"You out there? Louder!
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators
[Ice Cube]
Damn, I'm sweatin like a nigga at a white woman funeral
"Lench Mob.."
"Civilize a 85er" -> Grand Puba
Huh, break 'em off somethin
All I talk is that cash, Versace all in my bag
Dope all in my vein, hoes hollin' my name
White T still pimpin', Lenox Mall in a Bentley
He a fuckboy,
nigga loved by the whole world hoe
straight out the concrete now I rose a beautiful soul but nah they don’t
I ride witta silencer plug his name Oliver
justify
Those that died
By wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died
Are justified
For wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
the right
Give your throat a slice i'm dapper, ho
You see the overcoat is Off White
Fuck clockin' into a jail
We eatin' off white
Flippin' off officers often
When you boss up
Become dangerous
Mike jack
So dangerous
Powerful
Baby so dangerous
Scare of you
Dark light
Showin da fear of you
Not ya fault
White man
your lovely feast, only to eat it up
Now we suppin'
I just mind mine, abide by
My own rules, guidelines
Blueprints, white lines
Drove through,
Reserving our Terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon
Jellicle cats are black and white
Jellicle cats (as we said) are small
If it
quiet enough in the afternoon
Reserving our terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the jellicle moon
Jellicle cats are black and white
his bed
There's a wicked man by the name of Jack
If you say it out loud, he'll sing it right back
He's seven feet tall with a great big smile
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