Lyrics:
and ..
You go dey see my house when money Don dey o.
Iye .
I go buy my Range Rover .
I go buy my Ferrari.
I go thank Jehovah
For the blessings he
to bleeding hearts
Maybe you'll figure out some day
That those White achievements
Were made by your people's foes
Opposite is actually agreement
Maybe you'll
We don't need that, we don't need that
What you need come and get it from me
I got that white and that grass
I'm from where fiends get they check
Alright, okay
How you feel?
Feeling great
What ya want?
I wan' do it to death, what's up wit' you?
You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black
Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair
And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door
And I'm
a great night
I dunno what you fishin' for hope you catch you a great white
Me I see great white heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this who knew it
Seen the rovers roll up with ribbons
I seen them repo'd, resold then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot I'm hot
to thrive for great
And live Day by Day
I might break down
I might lose hope
I might fall back to my old self
I might lose truth in the white lie
I might fall
they can only go up vertical
Jewels on Dumb and Dumber
Shine bright like the summer
Got my girl right by my side
Swerving in a rover
Baby girl my lover
and bloodline
Decimated by white men never hesitated
We the people were blindsided by genocide
Sergio Chorus
Stand back stand by thats a threat to my black
sorry
It's the fucking general, Vans, cut shorts
Neck covered in colored emeralds
The yellow by the blue
Look like I pissed inside your swimming pool
I'm
a great night
I dunno what you fishin' for hope you catch you a great white
Me I see great white heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this who knew it
with pride
Let the white men die
Great spirit, thunder birds fly
We are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky
Spirit horse ride for me
Great
gathers up the reins, and turns his horse's head along the road by which they had come)
White Knight: (to Alice) You've only a few yards to go
Down
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
brews
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
You know this, at least I'm hoping
Benz truck, Land Rover
I'm home, come on over
Cold tiles, heels and toes (heels and toes)
Lights on, curtains
em turning solar
I got that Super Soaker ridding ina Land Rover
How'd it go down
Put the white cloth to his mouth
Make em breathe slower
He fucked my
morning
But I can only tell
By looking at the calendar that's still bright white
No, I don't make appointments
Cause I can't handle stress
Don't want
Those mannequin hands, man they're in on the take
And other than everything, everything's great
Well his lily white go and lull us to slumber
and a scope on dope
thinkin' he's the great white hope
Motherfucker levels off
he want to see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
Cause Columbus University is
the M-1 gun and a scope on dope
Thinkin' he's the great white hope
Motherfucker levels off
He want to see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
Cause Columbus
I am looking at the red sky
Even if it's not the best time
But tomorrow is another tiring day
I get covered by a big shadow
Looking up I see a white
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