Lyrics:
It's not my fault she wanna kick it like a ninja turtle
Spin the herbal journal the chronicles of the winner's circle
Too much of anything'll hurt
voices her opinions but they always switch The narrative
Angry black woman cuz she righteous when She speaks
They just want you to be weak, but that
voices her opinions but they always switch The narrative
Angry black woman cuz she righteous when She speaks
They just want you to be weak, but that
Earl
Can't help man falling in love
Like Elvis Presley uh
Gotta mad schemes uh
Peace for black skins uh
Wake your ass up 'fore they put you in a casket
of grass just inches away with frosted tips and
I whisk back my head but the whiplash instead
Caused blobs of black to bubble up and blind my vision
Useless
the reign of John Louis
From the galaxy and way beyond
When niggas want to know King James is on
When Jagz spits turn ladies on
It's the baby from the 80's
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
(buck buck buck) the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
{*buck buck buck*} the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch your
Shorty's sleeping next to me and it's not even sexually
I think she might be scared, she hope nobody put a hex on me
Black Magic undefeated
Black Magic
supposed to be tame?
A black boy days of chronicles of 'caine
The old man's pain from a fast life of gain
One shot desert eagle man, I'm shooting for
the pipeline
Or the mugshot blast on dateline
If you're a black life or brown life, let the punishment fit the crime. Lady Good hair
One thing about being a black woman
It's always somebody in your got damn business
Yo Imma tell you right now you barking up the wrong tree
If you
plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth
Till mean-muggin? on my clean-thuggin? mean nothin?
Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
The black
with despair, as if she were a lady
A pale and black-haired lady
A cool and bloodless lady, yeah
Good to feel, good to feel it's good to feel damn
)
Ladies, would you show me that moose (Ladies)
Knuckle, the buckle of my belts untied
The shades jet black but the moustache white
I just wanna sniff
You always complaining
You always angry
Not nice lady
Listening to Krízis
To see if i can find out
Why i make songs
That arent even beansprouts
Még
Ladies and crackers, niggas and gentlemen
The OC's original crudsters in the tenement
Antonio Vargas, flyguy chain big shit
High big spliffs, up
is 90 percent men playing blackjack what I don't see is a lady's playing Black Jack so I sit down a blackjack table I try to figure out what's going
the black poetry-writing Russian, ice disgusting
I started bling, how could you question my direction
Or my Tom Ford collection? Gangstas two-stepping
You
peoples on the right. Word up. Def
Squad rock on.
Verse 1:
Well it's the supersonical ginintonical
Ask your chronicles splatter crews all you hear is ahh
and ran|Through flying kicks and pointed sticks and the gnashing teeth of angry kids||Man number one he made it and the lady made it too|But bits of flesh were all
the trapper
Let me on the aux after the new album
Black Spiderman the new Outkast
The new alpha
A new chapter
The new chronicles a new slapper
Lead the youth
Lin
Says, "Lady, thou pulls no more
Why pull's thou the rose, Jenny,
And why's thou break the wand?
And why comes thou to Carterhaugh
Withouten my
NICKATINA
I'm Serious, like Steady be
I dip a Cadillac like Freddy be
I talk to these ladies like Schooly D
Cause I can't have these ladies foolin'
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