Lyrics:
back home
I seen too many niggas die in a week
Now get my dogs black wealth
Let 'em live well what a miracle we dreamed
A million stories to tеll
You are
minded emcees getting caught up in my hurdles
Of chemical disruptions, by sodium chloride, potassium, denatonium benzote
Ultimate sacrifice to the gods
Ima party all night long, yeah
Fuck right with the lights on, yeah
And take a hit pass it down, oh yeah
See if my homie back in town, oh yeah
I'm
While civil rights workers were beaten, they just stood by
3 civil rights workers, 2 black and 1 white
Arrested in Philadelphia, Mississippi one night
ya back
Wyle Out Drawl to this Track
Wreck the party then get the bag
(Philly Philly) Philly Philly that’s where we at !
If we in yo city Then we
blacks, in white society
It's erection rebellion, revolution uprisin
Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin
Government they try to manage and rule
Black
Do White Dems care about Blacks it’s all an act
Decades in politics you did nothing for Blacks
U.S. cities are run by Socialist Democrats
Democrats
grills and of course it's
S-curl low fades waves or braids
Du-rag rocking
Skating rank lock ins
House parties basements crunk era big fights
Getting twerk
the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never seen no shit like this in my life before
People are still
the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never seen no shit like this in my life before
People are still
impaired
Could you give a definitive reason
Of what you was meaning by "blowing the smoke in hair"
Really be blowin' the smoke in her hair, cause her
motha what
Would you do for a young black marksummers
Uhmmmmm think about it women Tyga can put
My man in your lil' women
Born little coverin it
Coverin
on a party for sure
You've got yours (yeah)
I've got mine's and we're ballin' (like a motherfucker)
So call up everybody (uh huh)
Let's pitch in on a party
where the party's at
It's uptown in the Boogie Down so don't sleep
On that Non Fiction hit by Black Sheep
Dres --
Be the be -be , L-L-L, L-A-see-K
S-H,
protection is only used for the law
Black In Amerikkka, we turning brunches into day parties
Chicken & Waffles, Shrimp & Grits
Mimosas are bottomless we
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight
the bishop get rid of you
Shit spiritual
So, I just gotta pray or my haters
School is in session
Saved by the bell
Be the Screech to you Slaters
You'll get it
me a bong
A Dead Guy, Session or a Mirror Pond
Double that shot
Shoot, shoot, I didn't mean from the glock
Or did I
Do enough to just get by
Or bid
ain't have the best all the kids was laughing at me
By the time I was in high school told them pussy niggas class in session
I passed the lesson
No
the answer you will hardly question,
I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions,
Other nigga's situations they are all depressin',
That's why I never
Y-y-y-yeah
Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man
YOLO, I'mma shout it out
We party hard, we yell it out
Disrespect me, knock him out
Crack a smile, Pacquiao
Fuck the VIP, I'm in the crowd
Me and Britney,
[Ill Bill]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I
I'm grown, grown
Party at my house but I'm home, alone
Doing every single thing my momma wouldn't condone
Counting everything I own, in my ma'fucking
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