Lyrics:
to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
hair, she drive me wild, and her smile ooohhh
Talk about them Lakers and the Raiders with her middle finger up to them haters, girl You crazy
Amazing, I'm
Let's talk about money
Get money
Common Sense want the money
Let's talk about money
I, be, the one they call Peavey
I'm Poe as Edgar Allen
I wanna be your baby, your angel all in black
Your little blue-eyed gypsy who's always got your back
Yodel-odel-oh, oh oh
Yodel-odel-oh, oh oh oh
don't you come kick it with a young black African millionaire
Come kick it with a young black African millionaire (Okay)
Look at you
Now look at us
Talk
face instead
Its that blue eyed girl from two floors up
Maybe she's the one
Maybe he could fall in love with
Somebody in the next car
Somebody
Good nigga, good heart
Lotta lives was saved by (me), salute
Bad Boy, Ruff Ryder, lotta money was made by (me)
Real talk
Large bag from Steve Stout,
that's when L started his bid
Partied through the New Year
January third he slid
Up until then yo L had it swell
Called him Sweet Pea
at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit
OFFCOURSE we eating
No beef mad peas, sometimes call me Mr vegan
Mr sorry love this Mr kinda busy this evening
Mr go and link this girl Lisa
Mr black man
Just look me in the eyes
Sunrises
The way your body's moving you a
Mesmerized
You a Nefertiti, Aphrodite type
I roll like Dolomite
Black Dynamite
I
has seen my tears and blood
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy
I married a fine girl when she was twenty
She died while giving birth when she was
Black in the gifted class
I walk around the dead and living
Men who talk first but listen last they usually live with limits
Got an idea present it
time to end this, nonsense, when Ben gets fed up I'm a witness
Little Jacob was walking down the street
He found a pretty girl, named her sweet pea
This
black, white, dirty
(Moments)
Shiver down my backbone
De La is also back again
With a crew that's bound to pack them in
Got a girl who's up for
black as night, but your smile's like snow
Ain't no place that we can't go
As long as we stick together baby
By the bed she got me bound
You rough me
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
but
Black lives don't matter
'Til they matter to the
Ones holding the guns
You better run
Lost lives, we cry
Unite
We fight, we rise up
Rise
Black girl
but
Black lives don't matter
'Til they matter to the
Ones holding the guns
You better run
Lost lives, we cry
Unite
We fight, we rise up
Rise
Black girl
no
Hurts me to hurt you but
I don't think that I can stop now no no no no
Good girl lookin for a bad bad time
Blue eyed devil finna hide yo mind
Make
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in
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