Lyrics:
Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I've seen a black boy cash stackin'
Smirk on my face screamin', "Fuck the Grand Dragon"
4 the fast cash, we be thinkin' 2
feel like I'm cut in two
Confused by rules
Do these two cultures clash or am I living in the past?
I ask, please, tell me fast
Won't somebody
side where the cowboys at
Where the brown blast black
And the black blast right back
That's a fact in the city where I'm from
You better get ready
And run over niggas like opossums
Froze on the road with my bike on they cornea
Man I'm warning ya, look, the Black Eyed Peas is formin' up
Ring around
the facts for stacks to rap (ruthless)
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks (ruthless)
I'm getting taxed, by packs and packs of angry
to carry your feeble, your hopeless and your weary ones
We are the Warriors of the Sun
The black angel of Memphis is by our side
He walked and he
scratches you, 'specially if you black dude
They don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rap
And they can look good by painting him as bad news
salt on a crowtail
What can I do? I'm down by law
But I'm true to you true to you
If, what, where and when
Told at the proper time
Big black wings beat
like London
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And the vermin
like London
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And the vermin
the seats, I don't even know Dodge
Get by smooth, if you play this shit smart
See through a fake, ain't no sense in playin' hard
Try to pop shit, better
hold on
Freedom’s name is mighty sweet
Black and white are gonna meet
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on
Hold on, hold on, keep your
Hand on that
I met a little girl and I settled down
In a little house out on the edge of town
We got married, and swore we'd never part
Then little by little
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
me be
And leave me alone
I want to go home
Mary is waitin' and weepin'
Down in our shack by the sea
Even after I've hurt her
Mary's still in
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
would whirl
Black as the night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was strong for this Mexican maiden
I was in
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
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
I met a little girl and I settled down
In a little house out on the edge of town
We got married, and swore we'd never part
Then little by little
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
we're headed straight for hell
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got
me be
And leave me alone
I want to go home
Mary is waitin' and weepin'
Down in our shack by the sea
Even after I've hurt her
Mary's still in
nela, xota, pink
Sabe que sou black (Gang) pede um white Porsche (Pih pih)
Rico, depois, de rou-bar um carro forte (Cash, cash)
Ouu, no jogo não brinco,
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