Lyrics:
'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
No matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote
the paint
Get you some numbers I got that
Cool under pressure I'm head strong
Strapped like I live up in Iraq
Walk in the bitch like I own shit
Rap like I
and the same don't nobody know
Where do they come from and where do they go
Live in the slums like cotton eyed joe
Feels like a guitar how I'm pulling
on over here lil' mama so you could babysit me
Bounce that ass in front of me now that's the way to get me
Thinkin' about how she suck by the way she part
Judged by our differences
Ashamed to admit my skin happens to come with some privileges
Salute the black kings and queens I admire your diligence
So it's
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
the lime juice in
I know how to live (I know how to live)
I know how to die too
You could jump off a building
Eat mushroom for healing
Put acid in your
black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last
you
I miss the warmth from all that blanket-tucking you used to do
I know you cared, your love lives in the air
And I miss my sweet potato
Honey bunch
Look inside your eyes
Lil' nigga i caught you by surprise
I might just shoot a couple shots
Outline spray where ya' body lies
I'm getting tired
better get your children, Mama, bow your head and give thanks
You better grow your hair long, Samson-you gonna need your strength
You're tween a rock
draws
You mad Upset, me and your girl just up on the set
Playin' Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin' Adidas flip-flops,
draws
You mad upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops,
cs she lives and breathes those two will always be pod n' pea
You can tell by the way ee looks at ‘er through his mince pies ‘ow much ee luvs his
'cuz these bricks, the foundation, for my sentence
Got me callin' out for help dog
They see my color tell me, "Hell nah"
Yeah
They throw us out by
first seen a triple beam
I use to dream of becoming ah trafficing king
K kell of my mama and my kids
And buy a house where the rich black folks live
scared as hell
And your partner riding with you is prepared to tell
But you don't know it yet, you havin' hella fun
And when the shit hit the fan
you meeting his mama for the first time
Stealing kisses in the back seat and staying up
All Night
Wondering what he did to make it come crashing down
If
dimension
An individual who workin on his own ascension
Everything doesn't warrant your response or a mention
Not a small fry who was only wide eyed
Gettin' even's kinda odd when you're walkin' by yourself and think you tried
It's just a lie
Your demeanor's got the vibe
Of a contradictin' livin' organism
playing in the burning sun
One with books, one with guns
Mama calls but just one comes
The other one runs
In a crystal sense of wrong and right
We
live on
He's a long time gone but his songs live on
Down in Louisiana, 1888
There was a black baby born
Into a white man's state
He saw the cane
the tools so you niggas could live
Remember the rules in this country you in
You step out of line I'll take all of your shit
Look at your roots and your
from the club
Late nights, that's when my breathers creep
In all black, your last words on your Primeco, "I ain't comin' back"
My whole family is full
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