Lyrics:
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
sidekick
my own Gucci sweater, dog
and i want some soldieries
and mouth full of tooth
and a fresh black tee
Belvedere on Christmas day
Courvoisier
lock, wop, Drop it, like its hot, Wo,
No way, Said the man's not hot, yo,
I'm ice cold baby, Rolling with a black robe,
Got a girl for the day
To look for fortune and fame
Starry eyed in my seaside successes
And much too sure of the game
First girl I met thereI thought I'd get there
But
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls
him shut some shit down (WHAT)
Watch him eyed by ya dame (WHAT)
Watch him come run the town (WHAT)
When he shines nothing is the same (YEAH!)
Bro is
party waved off Bacardi
Eyed up a blonde girl and she said chat to me Charlie
I said after the rave we can go back to my place and do up Bob Marley
She's
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole
kisses
Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
Leather seats, la la look
Anything else itches
I don' done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300
Anything else around
High sheriff on my trail
All because I'm falling for
A curly-headed dark-eyed girl
Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair
And sandy colored
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
the frame is special
Leave requested from the years I’ve invested
Arrested, develop, addressed it, envelope
The body of the black party
From Farley to Bob
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
your reins
Or single footing somewhere below?
Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
To a potty-mouth girl,
A pretty pair of blue-eyed birds.
Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say.
But I wonder to who
What it is you're saying today.
Mary
Check it out
Is it wrong or right?
Is this the news of the world?
It's just a pretty girl
She's all the news that's fit to print in
Black
Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to The Bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do
how? That ain't God's style
c'mon man, you don't know me by now?
Three years in, I should've messed around but somehow
I kept it real, girl, I was ya
Dogeater
How bout dat
Growing up never ate dog or cat
Stayed in the Bay where the fog is at
Lived here for a minute how long I last
I got black
the clout
I just want to chill out in the big house
Day ones round, got the guns out
I just need to get lost in the baseline
In the studio by my damn self
the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat Blacks
the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat Blacks
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