Lyrics:
the black bag..in the ground, she gat fucking high..with the money show, attracting by her
I look at them warra see is boom the bomb shaking to explode
woman, respect on your name
Yeah
Let's talk about the art
I realized recently, Africa the hub
Sorry for the swear next
Ish WTF
Blacks makes good shit,
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
The paler the skin the blacker the crack
By that I mean the realest of crack
But being black who wouldn't want that (Who)?
Ain't no space on history's page
poverty
Went to college to gain knowledge
So they would acknowledge me
Honestly I got a good job
I found a woman made her my wife
But spent more time
Feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
a woman
Confused by woman
Been abused by a woman
Accused of abuse
And not being there dang woman
Wave of your curves
But your words worth more, woman
Value
She don’t give a damn
Intuition got a black woman wishin'
She sayin' this on the phone with
The noodles in the pan
I know you, woman, I console you,
old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
"You know I ain't no guru,
I'm just a blind black preacher man.
My guitar is my gospel, boy,
And I
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
forget the good ship Bountiful nor the young man
who saved my life.
Anthony: [Spoken]
There's no cause to thank me, sir. It would have been a poor
Good woman by your side
Clear skies ahead
Better Days
Bad women, bad whiskey, bad jobs; we've all had our share
Bad bars, crap cars, bad breaks; time
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
a better woman
You just are by far
And i can tell from the start
The way you wana do my dishes
Soon as i put in the kitchen
That shit makin me suspicious
My love for you
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and
Your love for me
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose
With black soldiers suited up marching in the streets
Pride in the mind of every man woman child
Power was at hand and Sam couldn't stand for it
So
falling from the sky to see my calling
I'm not crawling, I'm a free man like Morgan
Seeing man hood in the hood is a damn good bargain
If a black man
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
on from the black
All dappled with stars
Now smoothing out to blue
It's curious, this enterprise
Bewildered by it all my life
They say the good artists
She was gracious enough to invite us to dinner
Assata, fearless black woman, fugitive
She successfully defied the US government
She was able to exist
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout
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