Lyrics:
just to look at a nigga
Girls turn heads like doorknobs
Hearthrob? Yes sir, black & ugly? Never
However, I stay Victormized to the socks
No rings & watch
ao seu protetor, Praying to his protector
Negro… sofria, rezando sua oração, The Black... suffered! Reciting his prayers
Sua pele em carne viva, His
days
And hopefully he finds his way or at least find him some socks
Now as I'm watching contemplating analyze this situation
A brand new corvette pulls
group
Then move it on to Forest Park
It's cool
Really cool
It's cool
Really cool
One tube sock
One tube sock
Where the fuck is that
One tube sock
Now
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Ryders roll (what?)
When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up
Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
Stash the 'dro in my sock then
right there
That's my people they all my peoples man
Shit don't change on the block I'm from
We tic toc sock knock and we run
All for fun
Just to become
While she silenced, the girl put a sock in it (whoa)
I got hitters and killers, they arsonists
I got drugs, I'm a street pharmacist
He a rat, the Glock
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
having blocks Forreal
Fucked lil bruh hoe out her socks forreal
I got everything off the block forreal
Yuh, Forreal
My city on lock forreal
I hit shawty
the niggas with the Gwaup and the big cock that fuck me out my socks
I need the nigga with the black card that let me swipe then munch in the backyard
I need
Fuzzy socks on my corduroy couch
Lights flicker on the Christmas tree
Pourin' drinks and I'm snaggin' the blanket
Snackin' on that charcuterie
Niggas don't got dat dank
Boxin da beamer it stank
Laughin way straight to da bank
Hillary movin dat swank
Bitches sippin dat drank
All black rachet
Shawty came through w the black girl magic
Shawty came through w the brown girl
Magic
Shawty came through w the black girl
Magic
W the brown girl
on the street, back on her feet
Clappin' the heat
She's dressed to kill
Iced-out head to toe, a snake in black
She's cleared, to, get ill
She's about
for the wicked
And I am bad like Mike was
Leather jacket, black gloves
White socks with the loafers, my gosh
Bottles with no sorrows
Surrounded by
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
from the city where they they tote glocks, chop rocks
Ride spinnin wheels and they'll steal ya car and send it to the chop-shop
50 slabs in my socks
Blackhand Enertainment roc-A-Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction with everything official yeah
I ride
while you sing with no socks
Lampshades, carpets, the stage black
You make the room’s hands laugh as they clap
You make my mouth water with support acts
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