Lyrics:
Oooh...
African Boiii
I'm a stoner
In the mines
Get my gold up
Wrist up...Man I roll up
African keep my soul up
African Boiii
I'm a stoner
In the mines
Get
Stakes unscarred by limitation
'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled gold with greedy vapors
'Til his long, green eyes did glow
Mud was
By design gold
By design sold
By design gold
By design never fold
I said what I meant I got fresh and popped some mentos
I been on a roll I'm out my
just not what I expect to see on primetime TV
I'm in a different class
When I get through I'm ma bring my dargs
Two by two man a walk on the ark
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga
[Chorus 2]
You want to front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you want to go and try
your history man
I'm Fred Hampton mixed with Marcus Garvey
Quick to turn a racist to a fucking martyr
Feel this Black reign that's the Black power
Fuck
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin'
Choke you man, rabid wolverine hold
My habit is like gold member
Control you with my odd scepter
New Lord and savior
Rapping eating a starburst, reds
to hand until you give em a rope
Niggas claim they in the field and they live by the code
But behind closed doors man these niggas is hoes
Cuz when you
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
Brand new Fubu, ooh-ohh
Fat Albert on the side of my shoes, ooh-ohh
Big teeth right in front of my Loubs', oh-ohh
Goin' monkey like a fuckin
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 restaurant
Buy
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
man, young man, eyes to the sun man
Time on the run, and my mind on the funds man
Gold with a sun tan, soft to the touch
And I slice it up thin, you can
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
rock the beat with your hand
That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin'
and gold.
One day,
The laziness of my sons,
it's been keeping me up at nights!
After me, they might end up helpless.
Said the old man to himself.
And,
and gold.
One day,
The laziness of my sons,
it's been keeping me up at nights!
After me, they might end up helpless.
Said the old man to himself.
And,
yeah I'm killin' you, step inside the lion's den
Man I'm Hov if the 'O' was an 'I' instead
On stage with my family in front of me
I am what I am
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone
Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha
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