Lyrics:
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to start
All
song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic keys
Keys open doors
Now I'm balcony, opera,
debut
Professor X (Vanglorious)
"Exists in a state of red, black, and green, wWith a key, sissies"
Now with this bein' the new trend, we don't fit in
Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like
(Rock) In the club trick holdin'
Lookin' for a black magic (woman gang) strong with dick holdin'
I rock therefore I am (Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock,
Now, Chris Rock, where you at?
I heard you say some shit about some blacks,
Nigga, this been your ass back.
Come see the real deal.
Stay in
I wish it was my ten-four
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
"Just put his hat,
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die,
quarterback
Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause why'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul why'all a** in
It's for the hood by
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol'
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll
come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
Holla at ya boy it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem
And I probably am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol'
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin'
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