Lyrics:
eyes, blond hair
Aryan. Asian. Armenian...But in the end,
White Power taught the world to Despise the Black man
But still want his bitch with full lips
crack by the swings
Now the kids dodge gunshots and the old folks tryinna intervene
He don't give a fuck cause he gettin money
Try to stop it he gone let
the old me till I stacked my bread so high it fucking fell
Everyday know I'm dripping in all black
Waiting for your call back
Cause I can't fuck with
for down men
Nothing shake the strength of a black man
Black man in in me
Blood of my forefathers in me
Steady chasing that paper daily
Orishirishi men
chick and she love to wear purple
Her nails purple, lips purple, pussy hair purple
Big titty Amazon in my black Benz
I'm rich black man got a couple
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
Drip from my toe to my fingers
Counting the stacks young Mr. Pringle
Deep in my bag, Kristopher Kringle
Black young man is distinguished
Top of my class
straight
(Yo, my man's a prophet too)
Yo, god, you think he ain't?
So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing
We're here to let you know
I’m right under your nose boutta blow
Like a black guy fucking fat white cheeks
I got no self control
When I’m old still won’t be anyone that can rap
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
Your diet will crush me
My life just an old man's memory
Little baby nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
innocent but dem niggas 2face...
YOUNG BLACK NIGGA
They don't wanna see me smile.. I ain't running outta toothpaste...
YOUNG BLACK NIGGA
Old things passed
Time is just another word for getting old
With nothing on you now
Love is just another word for getting old
With nothing on you now
Yeah,
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
the land
Not a man under eighty
They were hellishly batey
But they loved that
Old black metal band!
Now their debut album
Wasn't exactly a hit
thought I
could claim a dame, or game her brain
Or tame a man, not with the same old game
See on some different stuff, I'm a different cut
It's what I say
mother too
I love you, honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old,
He's trudging sixty four
You got legs right
Or tame a man, not with the same old game
See on some different stuff, I'm a different cut
It's what I say and do to make the bitch give it up
Oh you
mean those that been since the beginnin'
(Cause some of y'all cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' like Black Man
I
Gift-wrapped Louisville aluminum
Swing batter chatter box
Black tar gather at a scrape for
The cake going six from the
Bus traffic half a dozen summoned from
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's
moon.
Theres the finer things in live like kids and a wife before see'n that black moon shine'n.
Yea I listen to my pa as the days go by cause he says
as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (huh?)
Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van,
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin to get by
Tell em meet me at the crossroads
If your the good
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