Lyrics:
Yeah
Hair dirty brown so I rinse that shit black
Just took her nigga and she cannot get him back
All my niggas with me and I mix them with the slatts
said
Never felt so loved when you were by my side
A small stray feline is what we are
Black sheep in the ballpark
To the bullseye of the grade
Watching
Ayyy what gang gang gang
Will, stop playing with these niggas
Gotta pick the pockets on a nigga, had to steal his shit
Had to break into his house, I
In the sea, at the horizon
You can see, an old and black ship
It was called by an old gold coin
On the neck of a young princess
Let them come, you
On the working mans blues
cnd an amen kind of love
I wanna hear songs about momma
Folsom prison blues
Whiskey and trains
cnd I'm over you
I wanna hear a steal
steal your boo (uh huh)
Can't hang at the back bring the mandem through (uh huh)
If she loves parle we can rendezvous uh (yh)
Skip all the nonsense do it
wouldn't care
We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives
Ride 'round picking up clues
We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson
Raise 'em on rhythm and blues
(Oscarondabeat)
Uh, niggas love to watch the grind
They'll never help you shine
I don't steal I just take what's mine
Right now its is yo damn life
I
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
shampooed my hair
Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast, let's move along
Kitchen
shampooed my hair
Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast, let's move along
Kitchen
thing
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when the ambulances don't come
Or watch as the ones sworn by law protect us
Wrongfully convict us
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
reveal a broken seal, like a (pause) fiend steal
You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal
You make deals with devils
The soul
knowledge drop
Yo I'm running so I refuse to stop
Get sweated by them sell out cops
And I wink cause I pin the opposition
I'm on a mission to preach
uhh.. uhh.."
"Na-na-na-na-na! The Ave."
Now on The Ave. (what?) people steal and they dealin' away
I got the feelin' the illin' will never ever pay
screamin' find a cigarette
Niggaz walkin' by ain't tryin' to hear that
So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
A brother got sliced and diced over
nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma
how
Paint my nails black let's go out
Inhale and then slow down
Speed up til we burn out
I can tell by the way they push
They're not even feeling
I
See it on the bush let it burn like Usher
Click, click, bang you can end the discussion
Ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal would
(what)
How us young black thugs made history
We be some tru niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
knows what's jumpin'
So they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin'
When I go to the store or out to eat
Ladies start puttin' purses by they feet
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