Lyrics:
Live and let live and just let it be
Love, peace and harmony ... Listen, man
I'm tired of being young, gifted, black and broke
Held down by the system,
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack move
Yeah, by the way dog like bag food
Dope house like grocery stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, thugs
Oakland flow
Born in Berkeley but I'm really from Oakland tho
No Pinocchio! No time for bullshit, bitch, I got weed to grow
Yeah, I'm that cat they call
looking villainous
Man I'm black black black
Making love to this gurl
She say my dick game fire
That I satisfy her
Light her up like a live wire
Up in this
Ain't superstitious,
Black cat crossed my trail.
I ain't superstitious,
But a black cat crossed my trail.
Bad luck ain't got me so far,
And I
too weak like fortnights
Toward fights with battle tracks, Typical Cats
By the time you catch us we'll be whack so laugh
Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha
Be
never met their parents
I told them I wasn't their average guy
And at this point in my life
I wanted to live it like I'm Bob Marley
Mentally there when
to sit pretty by the time I got old
I got cheese but that doesn't mean I got soul
I got black power and a black bank roll
Stank chicks, they sweat my knot
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Black man slain and the shots rang
The City Of God
Bishop in "Juice"
These are the stories told, by cats in a hat like Seuss
a south
In the land of a cotton
Lives a cat named Piggy
That's a spoiled rotten
He's black and white
With yellow eyes
He sits by the door
And cries, cries,
their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
Gorilla. By no means is he Godzilla, he´s not wrathful or unsafe. He lives calmly on the forests with his family and mates.
H is for Hippo. Waddles on land,
will see results in just a week
With the soul of a LOST HAWK
Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk
Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk
on purses as you pass by
Then go online posting how they stand with black lives
The irony exhausts us
Just a walk around the block
Got the cops trying to stop
Lazarus
Just black baby where my soul be at
Star spelled backwards is rats let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats
One step
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
reputation up in smoke Bob Marley
The truth start to roar as loud as a Harley
Bout to be that funny black sheep Chris Farley
You fake as a wooden nickel I'm
Dee tech, that Marley Marl
That Pete rock beatbox, de-har de-har
This that Sugarhill sample, ultra-mag MC
That PE, DMC, EPMD
Boogie down like "whose
the traffic selling black Majik
Big cat wanna see me growl
Picture perfect gotta pretty smile
Playing my shit on the speakers wow
Smoking that Marley
When these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live niggas here before me
Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats
developing
Your symptoms have you frazzled
Mix it up, pour a cup
The epicenter of the party
Live it up, only young once
Now you bout to burn some Marley
You
into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret, or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve (yeah), innocents get
worse
Some cats that don't rap in fact they mad thirst
Black Ceasar Representing for all you Don Divas
Opening Tip-Off the game is on
Black Ceasar
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