Lyrics:
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
surprise when Ocean whips out
His phone and starts taking pictures of
The Men in Black 3 monster exhibit, of
The weird installation with beanbag chairs
Even
bitch
Ca gifle comme Will Smith
Détendu dans ma vibe je vois des schlagues oh la vache
Moi la prod je la tabasse t'as capté miel in black
Comme ton père
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Anything they can't understand
They try to destroy
Anything they can't understand
They try to control in 1896
Black men picked up brass instruments
And began
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
create.
Like Infinite age, mythical mermaid and Ocean Gods. Black owned in our communities providing jobs. Master P, Robert Smith, Reginald F. Lewis,
aus
Ich könnte sign'n, wo ich will, Mann
So sieht's aus
Nächstes Jahr kommt mein erster Film
In die Kinos raus
Und für mein Buch handeln wir
Grad 'nen
I'm a myth
Trust me when if somebody rip
Out of the depths of your imagination
So here's Will Smith
Black suit, the black shades
The black shoes, black
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
was recording the album:
Cherry Bomb! The album!
I had a show New Year's 2015
And I haven't came out with music in a while
Damn, finally, you gonna
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
of the depths of your imagination
Appears Will Smith
Black suits, the black shades, black shoes
Black tie with the black attitude
New style, black Ray-Bans, I'm
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
Who had the pen in their hand?
Who wrote the curriculum plan?
You understand. it was a bunch of men and they weren't
Black, Black, Black, Black
just be hustling while swervin and swimmin
Like a magical landfish with nice feet in the dust of the desert selling
Drugs to violent men and promiscuous
that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin' in my drop-top Benz
with friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
that I
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
the mold
By any mean necessary Malcolm in his prime
Messianic verses turning water into wine
A martyr for my people put my body on the line
Here to open up
Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
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