Lyrics:
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?'
I'm Outkasted and claiming true
Aiming two at your muthafucking spine
No, I make
it to his family with blood still on it
Few black roses, maybe a finger or two
He out to be the King of New York
And he gon' do exactly what he put his
arrogant
But I am..
I have two tickets, Keith, and Esham
And also, backstage passes
For the afterparty, thank you
[Kool Keith]
Black starship control, walk
eyes
High smoking cherry pie
OPassage yo I barely drive
Queen supreme being
Eloquent kush god its black rose intelligent
Heads wraps being kissed by
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Five, four, three, two, one
Begin attack
Begin attack
Ah, hip, Swass, down
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
Man you the black god in the arena
Man let these peoples understand
The full magnitude
Of what we representin' you hear me? From
Cadillac down
like this, girl
Drop it like this, drop it like this, girl
Called her black Zack Morris, so she saved by the bell
Rest in peace to this beat, I'm
in the black Cadillac
And the bubbles in the Hummer truck
When you see a nigga cruise through
Niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
No doubt, I was just about to flood the streets
Big boxes full of tapes with them dopefiend beats
Two white boy groupies, mad as hell
Black men
Two Dope Boys in a Cadillac
Wit a Pocket Full of Stones in my habitat
Drinkin 40 Water kept me Sprinkled wit game
They say have No Limits stay Tru
we moved shop down there by Lehman
Do you remember at the room hoes caughting semen
Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon
Yeah n****
"they they feel that they're not gettin paid? "
[kool keith]
You heard jeremy lawner got shot four times in the face
Standin on west 8th street, two
A rock
Chorus
[E-40]
Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man's drank
A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne
The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce
Take off
itchin', gettin' hot with me
They like fake blood, fake money, not monogamy
Make a homie, have a talk with me
I got two bitches on the way, drink and walk
The cream of the crop
Black man black power
Escorted by the cops
Got the city on lock
Real gs not worried
When the shit get hot
Nigga it's ski season
Any many
dreams can take you very far
In Atlanta
I'm talkin' Kimberly Court Posse, K-C-P
West side, Fourth Ward, on up to A-D-V
I'm talkin' down by the Lawton,
and ran niggaz out of town
I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound
Still your essence, was callin
By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
Roxstar
You know it hey hey
I serve to Bad Brains
Black flags all hang
Pantera mascara black lights and fangs
Big hair Poison dreams The machine
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