Lyrics:
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin
following the black star
That's all, last call
That's all y'all saw!
Hip hop for respect, I plant my flag on the planet
About to reign this terrain, and then
Baby Blue need di money, money (it's like)
You know? (It's like everybody wants that money)
Everybody need it, you know? (Whoa, whoa)
Jully Black
Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real
Yeah, this is a public service announcement from
still recorded
Stugangboys till I die right
And it started out on Harlan drive right
Taking L rides at the stop light
Up on Oak Street where we buy right
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
to your ears or something
Bye your voices do
You believe–what percentage of people
Here–and by the way, i’m
Not setting y’all up
I’m not setting y’all up
a brand new car
So me and my lady can ride
Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack
Grey range black Ac'
Put a half a stack
a brand new car
So me and my lady can ride
Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack
Grey range black Ac'
Put a half a stack
Pontiac Sun, sippin' Con-gac
Y'all know how that affects blacks
So you know I clash that
No way I'm a blow all these gats and crack stacks
I'm a lil'
(Hey!) don't sit and ponder
'Cause we come with no bloops no blunders
We keep it fat like Attila the Hun-a
Latin ladies by like ay caramba
We caliente
back, all in, We're gonna win
Check it out
Yeah, y'all, c'mon
Here we go again
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!
Hey
words you think are tough
By movin? herbs, you think you're rough
Spice Girl figures, your hype man sucks
Y'all powderpuff, stop thumpin' stuffin'
him
Just Lickupon this metal black ack
Carry y'all in my back pack
Humans y'all BagBak
I'm not convinced that y'all the Staples
Of this last act
These
corner riding with him ha Ha
All they see is black venom
Then my silhouette
Just watch the fear reappear in they
Eyes when I hit the set
Oh no, 2Pac wit'
It was a typical black tie country club scene
The band was playin' 'Girl from Ipanema'
It was like a bad dream, y'all
Had a plate with a cracker
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point
the mix of it they say all live matter
Only because devalued black lives are the factor
The system isn't broken this is all by design
One group is labeled
the dojo
Label contracts, I read the clause, ho ho
You can't get me, gimme my percentage
I want black Bentleys without having to rent it
I'm winning
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
what we doin'
Buy some breezys and we kickin'
And Cap what you doin?
I'm just sittin here timin' like a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all
somebody to play wit
you don't like me when you see me, betta not say shit
Some words from Tip and I’m a live by that shit
Y’all not ready so why are you
Discuss these hey yall by black oak arkansas Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In