Lyrics:
baby that will take a minute but if all we got is time,
you can't be actin' timid, so we back to playin tennis,
we been goin' back and forth,
she the one
and it’s too strong
Feel like Tinashe I’m 2 on
Sleep at the stu' on the futon
Hop in the coupe and the roof gone
Look at the watch, two tones
I got a deal
The Concrete
1st Verse:
I Been Get It Been Going Yea This Shit Is A Book
Donald Goin,
All My Life I Was Taught Right From Wrong,
And Living In A Struggle
Well, I meant to say two bands
(They refer to me the man)
But I already knew that
Michael Corleone, bringin' that pressure to all of the oppositions
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
Lately i been goin strong
In my zone
Quit callin my phone main
Leave me alone
Cuz everytime i needed ah nigga
Main you was gone
So i been out
Now number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake
Niggas is like serpents out there
(Snake
who's goin' to jail tonight?
What a grand plan to sell you out
I could scream and shout, let it out
I'll be honest, we all liars
I'll be honest, we
a monster)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (goin' brazy)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (I'm not
of orientation throw many German overboard
For it is cap mokoto mokoto d sweetness of madness is best known 2 a mad man
For it is cap Neva shall a Gman com out
Muppet #1: I'll see you around.]
[Bob: Okay.]
(AM#1 leaves, bumped into AM#2 as he enters)
[Anything Muppet #2: Hey, watch it. Where ya goin
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna
planned out perfect
In case y'all niggaz got to get murdered
A Mastermind
Sleeps at night, real easy
A Mastermind
'Cause everything he does is by
to buy Ellene a dream house
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlaw
Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this
lungs
Kill the perfect man lik “no biggie”
Now that's just dead wrong
I'll pull up and have shoot outs goin back and 4th... ping pong
As you can see I
Benson
and have fun, this jam is number one
We gonna party til it's done, me and DR
goin real far
In a black car, fat two-seater
Rich like Kedar, on my Def
scotch
Let the haters kick rocks, my shit is tip-top
I never flip-flop
Why? 'Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own
'cause waiting took too long
like 50 Glocks
My whip 2 grips, drive by empty out a clip
Black Card, Black Car, Drive it forwards like a NASCAR
Dumb Ops, drop top, pull up on you
wuh...
This is the acid rock section of the song,
All you burned out acid hippies singin' along,
With your campfires goin' and your barbecues on,
With
goin' on folks brought you a brawl
It all started in ya home
Check the background
St louis clown from the U Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
the finish line young black male!
One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch
That I'ma be on lock
the finish line, young black male
One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
Nineteen ninety mothafuckin' one
NWA back in this mothafuckin' yo
Takin' out all you commercialized ass niggaz
And we're on this lay back track
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