Lyrics:
'cause you skipping facts
I tip my hat to anybody Black that made it out the hood
Got they whole family living good from off of rap
We don't get as many
The street lamps, cars, chain-links, and concrete
A window then grows, captures the eye
And cries out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure
This is a simple song, gonna write it for a friend
My shirt is inside out, I'm messy with the pen
He met Margaret on our rooftop, she was wearing
Ah shit. Man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again
I wonder who they fucked up today?
You motherfucker!
(Got him)
Pull over to the side
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
And keep it stirring for
A hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Rabbis and the friars
Vishnus and the gurus
We got
Everybody here ain't from here
But we're here doin' our thing
Lettin' go a little, little by little
Sippin' on a frozen drink
Tiki bars tik'n
and gray and black and brown and tan all over too
Camouflage (camouflage), camouflage (camouflage)
Designed by mother nature and by God
It's camouflage
never run out of ammo
Niggas hatin' 'n' shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but
the blues for me
I could run away, a long time to stay
burn out your eyes, burn out surprise
look out today you know it's not the same
it's all the rage,
It's here I sit in rust amid this ruin and rancor
Like tire irons toothy grills and car parts before me
The acid rain floods my floorboard, burns
of heaven
Or maybe just a late night in Vegas
It's true, that's what we do when were going down swingin'
Then coming up singing the blues
Wearing out my
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
"It ain't my fault
It's six 'o'clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began
Spent Saturday's black and blue
But it was what I love to do
And it was more than just a game
It was my life and it was fun
Another season of my
in New Orleans
Did it for soulja slim brought out b.g.
Its all love bun, I'm forgiving you pimp c
You know how the pimp be
That nigga go'n speak
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
of its kind
Way out around Lubbock as the John Crow flies
Ole Heckle and Jeckle built a sky high rise
Heckle and Jeckle so cold jet black you could see em
neither one cared
We were getting our share
Workin' on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on out night moves
In
music that's enhanced your lives
Throughout the years, real fucking high on drugs
Dreaming of that face again
It's bright and blue and shimmering
mallets
Fly your whole cabbage to Paris
The black Pat Garrett, karats on Donna Karans
Guys die tryin' to drive the McLaren
Islamic, burn chronic out
zombie scavenger is a joy
digging through your paradise
now is a freedom a fool's passion
bend the steeple
and teach it to dance in a black blue oasis
time
neither one cared
We were getting our share
Workin' on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on out night moves
And it was
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