Lyrics:
life
I want you by my side for life
Girl, I remember all the times you came to my crib
Girl you the one that know my struggles and the way that I live
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
Makeup on my neck; don't remember what I said
Next week, had to retreat to my usual
Black jacket, black vans like in a funeral
Saw her lookin' at her mans,
the coco butter
Peng black girl all know each other
Peng black girls pat they hair when it itch
Poor white girl didnt know no better
Peng
By the color
profession
You over there in that black shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a fireman
Alright, that's a pretty good profession
profession
You over there in that black shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a fireman
Alright, that's a pretty good profession
your people when you walk down a block
Here in America you have drug spot
They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot
The black drug dealer just
i'm by your side
Remember back in the day when you had my back all the way
Back when i had no place to stay and my steps were going astray
I had
a bitch (bitch)
Old peon ass nigga from the shoulders you ain't stiff (bitch)
Remember posted on the Spice I had a Carbon and four fifths (uh huh)
When
didn't try to run
Calling for next would be calling for death
Real good black dude roll his ankle (eugh)
Mexican guy on the side says, "ay, carumbo"
at False Creek
In Vancouver City
When a Black man walked by
Wearing a long black coat
A tall white lady
By his side
Who could have been a stewardess
From
a grown up story (okay, alright)
I remember when mama spoke of the birds and
The east side kept me off the curb and
Betsy Ross was sufferin' from
I'd always been by your side
When we were young
I know we didn't end it like
What a lie what a lie
It was getting dark
And we stared up all night
We come to make it hot for ya, roof!
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin'
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
[Bridge]
Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move
You can tell by the way I'm smooth (I'm smooth)
But at the same time actin a fool (actin
what put us in ruins
Is when higher ups decided they was chosen
To use they gun on unarmed black students
Black seniors
Black wordless
Black churches
know you black
Don't let them judge your character to be
You one of them ones that can change the world by any means
Keep God first, just stay free,
your Memphis mouth
When I'm out in the wind
Who's a-gonna walk you side by side
And tell you everything's alright
Who's a-gonna sing to you all
far away
I want you by my side (want you by my side)
You gat the keys to my heart (keys girls)
Baby я тебя люблю (я тебя люблю)
Do you see
You driving
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way
'Cause the bully is the victim they say
By some sense
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way
'Cause the bully is the victim they say
By some sense
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