Lyrics:
Ad Rock, MCA, and me, Mike D???
A Tribe Called Quest ??? ???Award Tour???
- ???We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man/Goin??? each and every place
my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
And later, when everything's cool
We'll push them all into the pool!
With Bobby-
And Jackie-
And Jack
The White House is under attack
Eight
Ice ice, ice ice
If you talkin' packs
I'm talkin' price, price
I got china white
I got that rice, rice
Task force on us
That's the vice, vice
Jack
the smoke like my name be Capone
I run with rough riders
I got younglings that be wilding
I move packs I be supplying
Going on tour I might be flying
That
the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in new jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
stepping on my toes)
And I don't wanna jump in a hoop with the goons
I can do it on my own
(I can do it on my Jack Jones)
Baby see my phone, yeah that's
Yo, I'm like a lyrical cannibal devour what I see
Side's flow will wet you up just like the Shower Posse
It don't matter, acapella, with or without
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
Hills Mall
World tour, supported by Budweiser for the best man, talkin' to a Sennheiser
Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru
Still dot my i's and cross my t's
And I won't lie when I am high
More musical when blowing trees
But don't want life to pass my by with drink and drugs
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
hope you catch you a great white
Need I say great white, heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails?
Who knew it came with
$hort baby, I don't play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my
burns like acid
I'm a complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave ya the tone to tour, to walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
them shits to the bluest
It's the ego
Ooh, Jack White
Ooh, Jack White
A celebrated genius, my dick game's the meanest
I'll take the girl that's
somewhat equal
Except your wallet packet with dust
Mine stuffed with dead people
I, acquired a taste for
White pussy and seafood
Bad habit's as always
Have
Get jacked for your sneakers
Got hitters who used to get
Ass for they teachers bow legged stance
Used to meet by the bleachers
Got niggas in touch with
the champion sound
Believe, believe
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini
that Tack', White Magic son
Speakin' Sparrow like Jack through the oceans
I ride with the Gyon on its cosmic tone
Gotta tune you
I ain't gotta shoot you
a kiss
Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like
George Pareti:
Ay, you already know, shoutout Tecca
Shoutout Quadeca
Jack Rutstein:
I know I'm 'bout to blow oh woah oh
I ain't dumb (KJ
like rap money
Four white kilo snow bunny, equal one whole show, dummy
I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up, I got a bad call, they killed Braze
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