Lyrics:
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
tryin' to make a livin' out of black land dirt
We'd get together in a family circle and sing out loud
(Daddy sang bass mama sang tenor)
Me and little
Asian, but you're black
God bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw
And I was already gone
And life goes on in white and black
Cloaking the stealth of your attack
The tendrils creep through every crack
And every time I
you've walked a mile in my bare feet
'Cause there are people that you pass by every day
With harder cards than yours in life to play
Well I put
first independence day
They've been trying to kill us
I'm just writing like Hemingway
Lines that get flagged by the NSA
Not to mention racial tension is
the 7th Ward
I was out of weed and threw a fit
I must admit it in the 7th Ward
In the 7th Ward
Black $uicide, Southside across the lake
We in the 7th Ward
And ate by Mr haley litter Life is the gang
It's that shit that we bang
Let's play an Odd game, it's called "Bitch
You Better Run" (Awoo)
When those Odd
I relate to the savage (what up?)
Yeah, this is LOX deep shit
Tell niggas eat shit
We be on our street shit
Ghost
Livin' by the code (G shit)
blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly
To my fallen soldiers, know they restin' up
I thank Lood everyday
we've got problems we can't solve
We gotta get back to the basics, break it down to black and white
Take a little time to rewind and simplify
Open up
a different type
Wood grain Nada, yes I'm the Baba
Don't rock Prada, what's a stylist
I'd rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
Banana club
Wherever we are we're staying late we're gonna play 'til we can't stand
Long days, long nights time and time again
Might come back home with two black
Back then us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin'
Because it wasn't no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't want to act
I got your beep and now I am on my way
Light falls and I am on my way
'Coz I?ll nail that picture right through your wall
I got a black bag ready
explosions of nuclear bombs down in the Oakland
That's why all those crackheads are smokin'
It's remote-controlled emotions triggered by cops with laptops
Ha ha ha ha
As they sailed out to
One, two, three
Well, it was out in California
By the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it
Ha ha ha ha
As they sailed out to
One, two, three
Well, it was out in California
By the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it
shoulder strap
She couldn't speak
Her knees got weak
Oh, she could almost taste that easy money
There was this old black cat
Who was sittin' in a old
some pain.
I can bind him, bruise him, cast him out by the power of Jesus' name!
No longer on the outside; on the inside I now stand.
I'm sold out,
Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Arms)
Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all
See that black boy over there, runnin' scared
His ol' man's in a bottle.
He done quit his 9 to 5 to drink full time
So now he's livin' in
hangin' out with the dream king
Neil says hi by the way
I don't believe you're leaving cause me and Charles Manson like the same ice cream
I think it's
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