Lyrics:
in a boat, made him row,
made him work for Jim Crowe.
eeny meeny miny mo catch a nigger by his toe
make him know that he ain't better than no animal.
your ass off when you tired, that shit'll humble you
I don't get tired, when you tired it come from under you
Jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder
ignore
Wanna see my blood on the floor
I acknowledge your rugby point
Yindlela phela stradi ndiza
Imedi iyabela izama ukungithinta
Come on your mom been
escalators
Yo, we comin' through to control your area
Black Eyed Peas control your area
Bringin' the vibe that create hysteria
Whack MC's vacate your
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it"
I said he's coming for ya x 3
Listen- You step foot in the rave it's pitch black dark
The beat beats at the same time as your heart
Holler, your
roses, white rhythm and blues
And somebody who cares when you lose
Black roses, white rhythm and blues
Close your eyes
Sleep away all your blues
fifty was the only way
To get your face done
Doggystyle CD, turn that "Murder Was The Case" up
Thinkin' when I drop my first shit, I'm leavin' they
feel more broken than black
More sunken in sadness, anchored in anger
I harness this hardened heart and hardship surrounded by darkness
Despite the white
cll on your case, all in your face. I'm fight'in crime and it will be fine! I'm DangerMan the Black Superman.
Chorus: He's DangerMan
Hey Danger he's
a couple classic lines Figured I could take a crack at this
What's your name? K.C. Black I hit him with a hesi left to right
Where your man go? Pull up from
a bad, bad case of not loving me
I'm wishing that I was doing what somebody else is doing
But I can't dance, don't ask me
I, I always wish I was doing
getting kinda cold out
Here I'm all alone (Knock, knock)
I don't wanna go inside your place
Give it to me
I got a bad, bad case of not loving me
I'm
no joke in the triple D
But we ain't them niggas that you want to see
I wish your pussy nigga would trip on me
I'm talking black mask and black straps
Nosferatu
Had to brake loose
They say put your hands
If your black they might shoot
Well I Had to make a move
Cant make history with breaking a few rules
Some
Chase
You say that ain't the case
But somebody's gotta put you back in your place
Alright I'm outta here
And Lil Lijah
You know we jus' playing
black autototes for armor
Millies and macks never the same pocket
Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it
Switch em, b cases like he
black autototes for armor
Millies and macks never the same pocket
Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it
Switch em, b cases like he
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
not like flies
Realize your limit ain't the skies
Black men keep droppin
(Vultures, plottin on my demise)
Black men, keep on droppin like flies
911, what's your emergency?
You took her around the corner by the condo
I know which hotel
Even took her round the corner by her favorite bar
Pulled
ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
a case
Catcha catcha catch a case
Woo
Like Im Tay-K or OJ I'm bout to do the race
The same shit on different days how could you lose your faith
You think
This is nothing like your typical black out
Waking up and I'm on the couch
Look over and see Dr Faust
Don't even know where I am at
Think the Loft has
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