Lyrics:
like 50 Glocks
My whip 2 grips, drive by empty out a clip
Black Card, Black Car, Drive it forwards like a NASCAR
Dumb Ops, drop top, pull up on you
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
You better ask my mama how to make a monster
I'm the creature from the
Black leather lagoon
I'm a beautiful monster from outer space
Too learned how
The paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder"
Paper read "Murder, black-on-black murder" again
This is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire
of you niggas will press me
Uh, I get more pussy than Preston
My niggas bang red paisley that's for real
I made a full million off my deal
I made
Am I black enough for you
Am I black enough for you
Am I black enough for you
Am I black enough for you
We're gonna move on up
One by one
We
I'm back from the afterlife to pass y'all the message
Jotted by the martyrs Moors from ancient Kemet
Passing y'all the history that was brutally
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
the coco butter
Peng black girl all know each other
Peng black girls pat they hair when it itch
Poor white girl didnt know no better
Peng
By the color
til the end of time
Not alone here with you by my side
Everything is black, deep down, below
A blackened heart is beating in my core
Everything is
(Aye aye aye aye...)
(Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta!)
-[Chorus]-
(Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta!)
My black bandana;
So cool in my black
Passion Street
(D. Locorriere/L. Preston/J. Lyon)
Streetlight dances on the sidewalk
As another day fades to black
I check my reflection in
Nipe Drake, não Drake
Se não aguenta é leite
c lei te impede, pra nós é enfeite
Bandido Lupin, sem assustar Ladys
cbloh e Preston, de Virgil à Cage
the go, them steppers'll get to step in shit
I ain't even on all that, the foreign all black, bloodline born all black
Talking Ghana, word to Uncle Preston
us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, like, "Oh shit, this
This is my life
When I hop on stage they all wanna talk
One by one, they all on my jock
Stop! Don't be mad
Which one of you is coming to my pad?
(in her mouth)
I made that bitch wanna pout, yeah
Rockin' Dior with the Prada (woah)
I got that Heron that never come out, uh
Preston impressed with
turn my back
(Uhh........ Uhh....Uhh..Uhh)
My soul, yeah
(Tutu,Tutu)
Black man soul
(Black man soul yeah)
Black man soul yeah
(Black man soul yeah)
Black
, black by design, black boy, black be the true color of my eye
Black skin, black everything, I'm black mighty black boy fly
Black Thought be my favorite
Black power, Black power, white powder
White powder
Black power, Black power, white powder
White powder
Black power, Black power, white powder
White
to billions of times that of the sun.
The existence of black holes was first predicted by Einstein's theory of general relativity, which describes how gravity
maybe I wasn't liable
To be the oppos that they spy me for
Oh, poor black boy
In the newspaper got another sad story
Killed by the force or in gang
ancestors was raped by somebody white
I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
I'm black so I like
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