Lyrics:
Where we at with it, Ali? It's ConCreatures
Blockworks, let's get it
Was hoppin' out that black van
(Like the A Team)
Them hard times had a nigga in
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
I'm cool by nature
High as fuck let me talk to you later
Feeling like I'm out of space alien AI
Speeding up the race watch me day and night
Diamonds
Alright, keep that
On Christ, key in
Spin 90, my whip
Stay icy, my tints
Pitch black
No idea when I'm coming back
I'm coming back
I'm coming back
I'm coming
with the real ones they be by my side[00:56.01]When we outside there ain't no where you can hide[00:58.64]Step in all black with my ride
Chilling by the killing tree
Might be in a park all Jekel no Hyde
No place safe obstacles side by side
Born black balled and then there is the pride
Trey
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
Where to hear rather than to feel
Since whether in fact we were juicy
And fell to the ground
Sugaring together weekly lit
By a light from the first floor
smoking
I'm sick of damaging my brain
But like I said
It's fucking hard to change
Yeah aye ugh
I put the keys in the ignition
Go 180 cause no one fucking
Twenty keys in the spot
Hundred g's in the dryer
Off of Fenkel and Meyers rocking
Designer and it's by PEW
My money wreak of Dolce Gabana
My Rollie
the club closed
Until our lips touched (What?) Here the floodgates go.
She said she rows, she said she draws, she said she paints, and she said parties hard
what happened when OG Mack came home
The first time I smoked weed, it was with Bloody Rose
Skinny black motherfucker corn rows to the back
Had a knack
million up in bank rolls
Ima need about a hundred sticks it's like it's saints row
Back up the big body sumo four by four
Back in the big body sumo four by
these horrors
It's hard to think about tomorrow
And I can't let go
Black people
White
Brown people
And everybody in between
If you listening than you
Out on this field of moonlit snow
I will not be deterred by your ugliness
Before my sword your two heads will row
I will not let my sword rest until
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
like startin' Rap World War 3
You rather sell your key to NYPD
My style's vicious, I rap in the lab and break dishes
My words wear jet black hoods,
Behind bars, my shirt is black and white
Got a cop on the left and a cop on the right
I’m waiting for the moment when they turn out the lights
I’m
on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
Life in the ghetto is hard you know very hard
And for people like us you know growing up in the ghetto was really
You know coming out was almost holy
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