Lyrics:
Hit the block with the white powder
Fiends jumpin' from the free throw line like Dwight Howard
With the capes on
I spit the type of crack that they
Hit the block with the white powder
Fiends jumpin' from the free throw line like Dwight Howard
With the capes on
I spit the type of crack that they
Y'all know that was the first black man in the White House
make that crack music (nigga!), uh
That real Black music (nigga!)
The only singles that I'm dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white
that, in this country town
The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
I went ......... crazy
We danced the hoochie-coochie,
This is the 9 Side
Black tints, that's a drive by
See I don't wanna talk 'bout beef right now
But they're stepping on my toes
(But they're
While civil rights workers were beaten, they just stood by
3 civil rights workers, 2 black and 1 white
Arrested in Philadelphia, Mississippi one night
always been the hustla type, smart black mother fucker
You know the type yo mom would like
I remember howard drive (Damn) I miss howard drive
Had so many
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
The red is for the blood we all shed fighting
The black is for the nights we fight with no lighting
The white is for the clouds from witch we came flying
the man known as Jambalaya Jones
Wife beaters, cookie eaters, man cheaters, Tom Steeters
Men of all sizes and shapes; he did not discriminate
Black, white
dropped the bitches off now I'm
Off to my uncle house
Stopped by the liquor store
Nothing but the thugs out
White tees and Chucks
One nigga hit me up like
‘Elevator’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and Keri ‘Coco’ Jones
VERSE 1 - Collin Gibson
I been in this cage for years
Raised like
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
and dripping in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
All black on my swag
White heads in my bag (Presidents)
Fuck a red, white in blue
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
You armed
Because I'm black dat don't make A nigha a target
John Crawford and Sandra Bland
Eric Garner Breonna Taylor
Ahmaud Arbery Aiyana Jones
dedicated to the beautiful black woman
I did not say people of color, or person of color, whatever
By design, in these tryin' times, I'm just tryna provide
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
It's a fucken nice home
I hear your Ma's suburban
Lock and load
Is the white picket fence
Out front import Walachian pine
I still see steeple swords
Howard. Pussy, look at me smile
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas
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