Lyrics:
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
White collar money
(I, I, I, I need that)
White collar money
(I need that paper)
We ain't trying to get by
We're trying to get over
(I need that)
We ain't
on a
Higher plain like Al Green
Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount park
And this nigga think he G
I
With a birds eye view
This shit is in plain sight
But its up to us
We can't blame nobody else
Clutch Swish, AYE
Won't live by a standard just handed
To find out what you really need
And I don't need you over here
Up on yo knees
But ooo please damn baby do that
Yo
It's a fact
I'ts not a fact
If I'm
She poppin' that pussy like Molly
Bad white ho kinda look like Miley
I think that she off of the Molly I think that she off of the s**ts
Ridin'
arms crossed over his breast.
When he walked over the meadows
He was stifled and soothed by his own rhythm.
By the river
His eyes were aware
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
Puerto Rican, white and black from the East
You know 42 produced the track and the beat
I'm over the top, so ain't no cap fit on me
The truth you'll find
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
Some MCs are catalog, and yeah, they stay paid
But why pay over one buck, when they lip syncin' on stage?
King of pop, Barry White, rollin' over in
Now, where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round
and the don'ts don't do, yeah
See change, exchange
Speak plain, listen
Befriend difference
We ain't the same, but we can't keep straying from distinction
So
Well, I know when I'm licked... all over.... Okay, baby: BEND OVER AND SPREAD 'EM!... Here comes my... BULLET!!
(all sing Happy Together)
better than any kid 'n play
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music, white boy I can't hear you, say it
Play that funky music say
No assist
Shoot my shot and it brick
It's getting flipped
No assist
Mediocre I can't be
Only thing plain is the Jane
Got these white bitches so
comes
On a journey without destination.
Once a hero- now forgotten
On the edge of death by chill and starvation.
From the frozen plains he comes
dick hard
Cold
Hard cash fuck my life up
Got me a new promotion by stabbing peoples shoulders
I can't be at the bottom sorting my bosses folders
So I've
gonna take for you to come rub sun lotion on me
Uh I like it like that she rubbin that lotion all over my back
sun lotion for me, sun lotion for me, sun
ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise, expert at telling
and white
Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my moral soul be blessed
By someone close to me
I came to him with
Seaside we can kick it by the wayside
Till my dollars stacking up reaching over my waistline
Shawty got my hands all up on her waistline
I ain't
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