Lyrics:
See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave
The rest of you boys I blow Keysh right in your face
Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep but I'm awake
For that one
I spit right in the face of that cop
Told him if I wasn't white I'd be dead
I was fucked up, but there's truth in what I said
I said a lot of shit I'd
is them headlights
Talking too much boy yo ass could get set right
Blud gushing out I suggest you don't wear white
If I'm fucking yo hoe then you know
She walked in with no prior intention
Nudged by the breeze of May
With such cool, such intuition
The boy couldn't look away
The road ahead would be
corsage
Daddy let me borrow the Dodge - Said "Don't bring her home on empty."
I swung by and picked up Cindy Lou - Took her to the prom for a dance or two
corsage
Daddy let me borrow the Dodge
Said, "Don't bring her home on empty"
Swung by and picked up Cindy Lou
Took her to the prom for a dance or two
we'll eat still (huh)
Weak deals and cheap trills
Seen ‘em blow right by me
If we ever go public, she gon' wanna own my privates (yeah)
Said I seem like
cyanide, I'm gonna be right by your side
If we gotta take that riot ride on the enemy and defy your side
Fight for the place we're building
For
the drumkit
Whacking it weirdly
Ah hell. Let's do this right
Yeah, you said aw hell
Then let's do this right
Yeah
Then the, then like the tunes get all tuneful
by in Porsche
2 years later I'm picking her purses
Get them secret pockets where I hide them percots
4 years I'm counting them murders
Last boy played
by some boys wearin blazers
Psychopathic thoughts make me act out of anger
K.O.S. that means kill on sight
K.O.S. that means kill on sight
K.O.S. that
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
out by that truck
I would give that boy a feature, I can't lie, that nigga suck
Said a hundred for a feature, I can't lie, that's not enough
In my city,
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Now lemme break down my life diary
Multi cultural family with a racist white daddy
How dat happen
I was brought up by some real G's
They weren't crips
the prison guard
And said to him with a grin
To shoot those deer
would be stupid, sir
We already got 'em right here
Why not just
lock the gates and keep them
boy she sure missed
She didn't Mix it Up.. Rich & poor, young & old.
black & white, wrong & right.. Here comes the night
"What happened to her
reached the top
She said you a bad boy
I said we won't stop
It's the right time
Moon beams in the night sky
She told me white lies
That's when I told her
on the scale
This is that dope boy life
Right here for real
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How
Just wrapped up another season of little league for my boys, another season of little league. Two words to describe Plymouth Massachusets little
lookin' fucked up
Tell the Kia boys to come pick his fuckin' mans up
Tell Manny come pick his motherfuckin' mans up
Bitch, I'm 2-7, droppin' fours in every
Niggas said that they yo day one they yo right hand
They tell a lie I make em' die
Damn the spirit left again
Momma told me don't fuck white hoes they go
do I know?
The burden of a man? Determined by his hands
And the pigment that is in them
- It wasn't my invention drok said
"Never let a White man give
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