Lyrics:
the sea
Ain't no peace young cats rather beef
Not enough Indians everybody chiefs
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace on the East
Well we gon' tour the countryside and they won't be invited
We will not be disturbed by the fussin' and fighting
Tell Peaches light the herb cause we
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
your lips
I love your curves I love your hips
Ill dry your tears fight your fears
Be by your side I'll give my life
I'll hold your hand and be your man
follows you
How could you not acknowledge dude
My shadows got shadows
He just projects his problems too
Its a one sided blank stare at ya
They see black
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
I say I'm ok
I'm not
But I fake it
I hit the dash so my heart could start racing
Whip is all black
Different pills like the matrix
I got the gas
I
style
Black lip bastard, pitching pounds
Actavis passin' out
Niggas sippin', now slippin'
(When all the activist pass)
Shit different now, different
Daddy
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Sometimes it may
Sweet
Stand for your own
On your two feet
Break down the problem
Understand
The beef
Understand the code
Understand the streets
Black verse
We livin' life like GTA, Grand Theft Auto
Yellow Tape for my revolver
My homie keep his mask on
That dirty K: the problem solver
My momma told me
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck
your brother
I know a b**** from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I f***
you)
Ayy, I'm off the
I'm off the Deleon neat, Deleonest
So I'ma make this quick, you know
Pastor black lip back on that shit
True story, look, so
the bass of the beat
As the hourglass pours
Should I save it for later
Invest all my paper
Endeavours, new wagers
Just to spend it all later
And not need
problems that I can't fix
Me and everybody really don't mix
By myself chillin only think that make sense
OutKast kid in the basement
I don't make love, I
being
My name is not a problem
And oh, it never will
Anyway, I like your way
People ought to be able to play
And keep your soul as black
tomorrow."
I'll be screamin "not a shotty," he shouldn't have had no problems
Top to bottom, in's and out's, and if you don't know then close your mouth
Let the motto begin
You kill mine and tell me not to offend
We all in
Black America
Aye, Black America
Yeah, Black America (goddamn!)
Black America
Black rapper with a conscience I'll be out by half past
27 coming sooner than you think, 5 years till I'm a tree in Bedfast
Loving memory of the boy,
I just wanna clock in
Told my brother, hit me up
We ain't talked in a min, anybody want a problem you just gotta clock in
No one clockin' in with you,
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