Lyrics:
you pay me how it weigh, baby (how it weigh)
Black, gold, hundred mill off the floor
Never told, now you know how it go, bitch, one hundred
Yeah,
livin' how we live it bitch
Redid my grill nigga platinum to that gold shit
High price high life do this shit every night
Shoot the dice pay the price
silent one
I'm the one left in the dust
I'm an insider, I been burned by the fire
And I've had to live with some hard promises
I've crawled
free the soul
To live forever with a heart of gold
We are the future, we hold the key
The messengers are calling, "wake up your race"
All but man
yet corpses, still we rot
Oblivious to our decay
Drinking poison drop by drop,
Destined to die
Unless we save our lives,
From the coming dawn,
and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
My heart's
Hady
Yu know I got Hannah Montana
I play with them keys like a piano
Taking a trip to Tiwana, Versace Madusa
Gold gold gold gold gold gold
My neck
was black and white
No more looking over my shoulder
We'll be in paradise
I know there's someplace better
Far away from here, we're gold
As long
live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black
and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
My heart's
no long lost friends
Empty on the insides
Empty of a last pretense
To stand by on feeling of the end
So many lives
A runaway life
So many
roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this form the tile up,
roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
The buckshee hangman swears
For open crypts to silence
Nylon knots to sway by prayer
In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give
For many though, this birthplace
Of the automobile and organized labor
Was seen as a promised land
For twenty-five years
Sudden Blacks migrated
off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco
Memoirs of the gold chain
It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane
Black Versaces with the gold frame
lives my Cajun baby, the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way
the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your
She gave that old nigga an ulcer
Bitter sweet taste made his gold teeth ache (uh)
Make a knee shake, make a priest faint (uh)
Make a nun cum, make
been burned by the fire
Yes, and I've had to live with some hard promises
I've crawled through the briers
I'm an insider
It's a circle
You thought I was rich
And I am but not how you think
I live in a Tudor house
Under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach
When you call I take my
the price of gold
Just by rocking a neckful
I mean, I walked in this bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it’s superficial
i’m 20
Some-odd years old, young, black
And a force, i’m living
To see some grandkids and
Die of natural cause, retire
Somewhere, living in the Keys
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