Lyrics:
And I'd make believe I was under a teepee
Every time I went to sleep
My hair was jet black and I was twenty-one
Lots of pretty girls around
But
three shots
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set
three shots
From the black bat got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock
She told me get off I said, "Bitch
Let me set
Digging in sharp
If she hadn't done that, we'd both be gone
Dancing barefoot on the driveway had left black, smeary prints On the Saltillo
She had argued
looking at these bills, They keep piling on my shelf
What I'd do have some gold around my neck
Even thought of robbing niggas, I ain't waiting on a check
deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say, "Yo shorty black you're buggin' out"
Zulu Nation,
else
I don't know if it's a dream or if reality is fooling me
Giving me your love and taking it away
I wish I’d always wake up with you by my side
Never
Good job, Good D, over five foot 10
No wife, no kids, so it’s no loose ends
Good head two times so you’ll please me ten
Respects my space if I let em in
she's broken
By the teardrops in her eyes
But there's nothin' wrong with her, she's perfect
I'm the one who made her cry
Could you please bring us
to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my
men are equal, but then it's legal
When they beat us and treat us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's health
I'd rather
flippin patties - nope
I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men - that's what they told me
and I
j’ai de l’amour je vis encore
Je ne suis pas d’ici mes d’ailleurs, m’oblige pas à les buter aux mitrailleurs
Je n’ai pas de regret mes des soucis pour
I wouldn't care if you was a cheap broad that lean by the bar
You and 3 broads drinking one drink with 3 straws
Like retards Siamese linked with 3
If we were to go by stats
Prison is a goldmine camp
With no buy backs
Nigga is a wizard in the system holding all my blacks
It started in 1640,
Weren't like this before
Am I insane, no one talks anymore
Rather stare down at their screens and wish they
Had a life it'll pass them
By-y
Colorless black
cut the lights off, please
I don't want you to look at me
I paint my nails black
If I ever look happy, then it's an act
Every day is an anxiety
I used to get bullied by kids
That went to my school
I had every FUBU shirt that I
Could match with my shoes
I was skinny and awkward
I dyed my hair
no need to explain
I'm in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs
The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats
So niggaz'd back
Then the gush came gushin', rushin', splat
The juice hooked my Davy D's quick like that
Smack, I biggity-broke my bitch from behind
Tried ta shake
Another jet black night, another drink to go
Oh I'll be diving my head in the pure white snow
God, you'd better take care of this gold skinned friend
the price is low
She like, "you take Ethereum" I'm like, "no The fuck hoe?!"
Yo'
Why you think so slow, you're like a techie?
I'd figure you'd be sharper
knifed in broad daylight
Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off
I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off
if I get back I get out with
Gettin' paid,oh, and gettin' skins
Chorusx2
(Violent J)
Everyday I slap a bitch in her lips
Kick her in the ass, twist her nipples
Then I grab her by
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