Lyrics:
That's right, Sarai can get it krunk
How much junk you got in that trunk?
Come out the house, get on the street
Hear Cee-Lo, let out the 'Closet Freak'
Act
black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish
The history books overlook the word and hide it
America tried to make it to a house divided
The homies
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
the cash
Rap math
Back to back
Add one
And play that back
Yeah
I keep Green by the Cee-Lo
Nobody work harder than me though
Just smoked me a blunt but I need
Yeah I got the flow like a hero
Throwed like a blow to the nose by the kilo
Fuck you, pay me crazy like Cee-lo
Green by the OZ, Everybody know me
OG,
to be true to myself
By giving cheers to my friend
So we drink from the book
Now we roll out in blue
Just to build the shelter
Against the rain days
Then
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
four
Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who live twice
Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice
Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft
Written in the book of life which I read today
I don't spit that sense vibe I'm on a next vibe
Meditating with four women on a next high
In the nexus,
Roscoe, Keko, Rico, Sleepy and Cee-lo
Yeah, we rollin' Geo's on the d-lo in g-mode
Now this is what sounds like, when the g's cry
We ease up, speed by ya,
The ending few had read or comprehended
Would have given life to those transcended
Little did they know the book that sat for years
Was bursting with hope
to find
You know the line, "Don't judge the book by its cover"
Read every page cause the nigga's my brother
But it shoulda stated, that the book's on one's
book!
here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
it was a silent night, yes a holy night
until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?
Listen and listen well
He's a bad Muthafu
Gimmie that god damn book!
Here let me read you this one
Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night,
on the hippies and faggots
And the dykes and the weird little children they grow.
Help the black man.
Help the poor man.
Help the milk man.
Help the door man.
grabs you by the roots
Right? A love quest so when your thoughts is black
An employ you can enjoy and look forward to that
Kinda like how I look
stomp crowns thru their weak nose
In all black fresh Timbs snap a fleek pose
Chic clothes, play me roll the dice like da cee los
Boondock saints type-a
Hyrum Black
Together we will ride
The saints may howl the earth may crack
But I'll be by his side
By his side
Hyrum went down on his knees and gave me
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
I'm sayin' hit the road Hack
For the hook
I'll play it by the book
For the track
I'll bring it back
Look out:
beams, burning up the nightlights
They work out all their story in my little Black Book
3) Lookin for some lovin, lookin for some trouble
Looking for
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
to chump my style
I let them know that I'm versatile
I got style, finesse, and a little black book
That's filled with rhymes and I know you want to look
O.D. off the codine, it’s no need cause I love you so please don’t let me re know grief
Cee-Lo green with the twenty seventeen grammy gold theme, be your
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