Lyrics:
Put a
Put a shark on the (Yeah)
We got (Yeah)
We got (Yeah)
Put a shark head on the pendant, we got great white (great white)
Brodie keep them things
get stuck
White black white white black White black white white black
Behold
The great people the sacred mass
The starved mass the amazed mass
Behold
Rather die by the G code
And as I stand here today
I just wanna say
Biden
Kamala
Let's really Make America Great Again
You wanna jump in, but she don't like white men
So don't throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain't with
right, yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by
of panic
Elevated to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
Idle thought leads to full-throttle
part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son
excel
By now her life was something swell
If only her thoughts would stop spiraling
Great Scott
But who is Great Scott
I think she has lost the plot
Here
eight eight two, twenty five eleven
I got Pilots
First name basis, get lost in the oasis
Surrounded by white boys, could never be a racist
And they ready
over areas
Buried us
In a system built by Giants
Or figments of imagination
Just to keep us quiet
I'm sorry I ain't lying
I'm just really high and I be
No surrender, no retreat
You don't see no white flags waving on my side
No mercy
Mama say something wrong with me
She might be right, take em back
My
always be ebony
Growing up in an all White neighborhood
Family picked on me cause my grades were good
Opened my mouth and they never understood
Why I said
(Quavo!)
Lifestyle on camera
Hundred thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to an animal
But white people think I'm radical
Whatever day, vibe, month it is, it just feels like summer
You know what I'm saying?
It always feels like summer in the neighborhood man
When you
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
brushed their teeth and made beds
Evolution made them real fast
And smart and real good at math
Is the sink still running on?
Depends what you mean by run
Dixieland
Now whether you travel by boat, coach, or car,
the Mississippi Delta's ready when you are
It's a great day in Dixieland
We got piano peckin'
of niggas
A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
All-white mansion, I'm the child of God
All-black diamonds, times were hard
New Rolls
Just another classic, just another classic
It's that new wave, funk shway
Wake the fuck up
It's the Neighborhood coming ur way
With the reign
Local business owners mostly white
A lot to comprehend
When I’m sitting down to write a rhyme
Before I venture out
To find another mountain to climb
But
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son of Iggy? False Bigger nose than Ziggy? True
Yes my name is
imma stay for good
Yeah, this one's for the muthafuckin neighborhood
So pour it up, then throw it up
The cops roll by, go sober up
Fuck wrong with these
you're stopped by a cop
The difference is, who advances the plot
You have to do it, and I can simply not, because
Baby, I'm the white man
I don't sing
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