Lyrics:
I'm black I rob and automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white I wouldn't of thought O.J. Was
never ever mess around with my greens!"
Especially the beans
Now listen to me, Jack
Lead Milky-White to market and fetch the best price you can
Are
never ever mess around with my greens!"
Especially the beans
Now listen to me, Jack
Lead Milky-White to market and fetch the best price you can
Are
Louis with the white Trues
I don't like niggas like a white dude
My house racist, my guns black
My sack came in off white
I fuck with Durk, we got
getting wiped out, and not one at a time
"Car full of dead black males" read the head line
I'm in the white house (house), I'm in the white house
The black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
The black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean fresh white babies to me
Clean
getting wiped out, and not one at a time
"Car full of dead black males" read the head line
I'm in the white house (house), I'm in the white house
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, knawhatimean, Killah Priest
I changed my name, man, it's Leo Angel now
Knawhatimean? Yo, this is Black Market
World black and white and I'm colorblind!
All I see is green, and them dollar, signs
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white
World black and white and I'm colorblind!
All I see is green, and them dollar, signs
Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white
the taste of smoothbore bitch
Sittin'in my house smokin'
Brits pulling up but ay I don't care
Long as I get more opium that's fair
Imma swing by the market
Now listen to me well, son
Milky-White must be taken to market
Mother, no, he's the best cow in the world!
Was
She has been dry for weeks now
the arse to be quite blunt, sir, excuse my French but ...
(They have reached BRIAN and MANDY's house. MANDY goes in. BRIAN gives the
BEGGAR a coin.)
BRIAN
widow's in black minks
In the White House, White Owl, turn the light out
White boy, night out, knock your white ass, right out
Find out, white dog,
Into the pot...
JACK'S MOTHER
Listen well, son. Milky-White must be taken to market.
JACK
But, mother, no- he's the best cow-
JACK'S MOTHER
Was! Was!
son, Milky White must be taken to market
But, mother, no, he's the best cow
Was, was, she's been dry for a week
We've no food, nor money, and no
he's guilty by his flesh
Either we targets
Or victim of the target markets
For the black markets
Easy to see who are the targets
Once they think you woke
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Fear the evil music, Renaissance Child
Yeah, Black Market, yea, Black Market Militia
We gon' talk to the ghettos, Hell Razah
All
The black market white baby dealer Is hunting around
overseas The black market white baby dealer Brings
back clean fresh white babies to me Clean
the enemy,
Of all those, who oppose, a Black power identity,
Black House, Black spouse,
Black kids, Blackouts,
Black bank accounts,
Black whips, on my Black
market
They sabi talk, They sabi talk
They say this they say that, they sabi talk (Mbok)
My style no dey for black market, If you like you copy me na bad
She drove a camel through a needle
In this sinking boardwalk town
She's my black-market baby (she's my baby)
She's my black-market baby (she's my baby)
The year is 1994
Black Market Records, 2001 Records, Doomsday Productions
Combined forces to create an unfadable click
Make way for the hounds
Discuss these White House Black Market Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In