Lyrics:
the soul out me
Armed robbery
Now I got Bae biting on her lips
while I kiss on her neck with my hands on her hips
She lose all control of herself
Cause she
Douche ya bush black, you smell like stepback
What the fuck is that (whoo!) tunacat
Put her out my Jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash
Get your
arrogant
But I am..
I have two tickets, Keith, and Esham
And also, backstage passes
For the afterparty, thank you
[Kool Keith]
Black starship control, walk
phone
I can't wait till I get it all black owned
Big lips
Fat ass
All real, no cap
Stay trill, that's facts
Black kids, follow yo black dreams
Big things,
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
they lip Up like they smell some funky bitch You shaped like
A banna peep this big fat money
Give me a dry erase board cause I Ain't no rookie pour out
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack
Iced out shawty move that thang got me like woah
It's a drive by in the club by the way she drop it low
I ain't switchin' for the fame I ain't never
when you raising your tone or I'll black out your eye so they'll call you unknown
Maffi on beat, put this on repeat
A dope real emcee with chains on his
Time to act like you know now
I'm black and I'm back won't slow down
No, throw it all up watch it go down
Got it out the mud it's clean now
Black
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
the opposite of '96
(You turn me on sugar lick your lips)
Girlfriend, keep it right there, face down with your hands in the air
(Yeah!)
Watch my rocks
rims way bigger than yours
Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck
Fuck it a bucket, a Delta,
lip, you so Ga Ga
I try, try. It's never enough
Cause I'm a
I'm black sick always playing it nice
Drip, drip with your useless advice
You come back, no
poetic genius
My thread of conscious
Handcrafted by the hands of a seamstress
Black atom, my mathematics
Defines quantum physics
This is gold metal rap
I
to chokin' muthafuckas
I leave the screwdriver stickin' halfway out your dome
The worst part part about it is, I'm not alone
Jokers and freaks deep in
you can never go never go never go
Let me get out there
Let me get loose
Let me buss out this XL black tee
And my skanking boots
i got a backwood too
A natural fact:
That I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes
It's leakin' town
My lines blow yo' mind
Yo' senses
you long time
Sittin' at home with my dick on hard
So I got the black book for a freak to call
Picked up the telephone, then dialed the seven
You are now tuned into Read the room radio
Brought to you in part by the POC everywhere
Wheels look like the kush kingdom we ruled
All black nigga
you long time
Sittin' at home with my dick on hard
So I got the black book for a freak to call
Picked up the telephone, then dialed the seven
I got the King Kong of ping pong
The girl from with a huge dong
Black mamba cracking the whips
And the queen of the swords with
A blade on her lips
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