Lyrics:
Here come the girls
Mmm, oh yeah
(BACKING TRACK: ERNIE K. DOE
Whoa, water, I don't need no lemonade)
Here come the girls! (Girls, Girls, Girls,
think different
You dont see things in black & white
You think higher you bend the curve
Were ManiqKens because when we wake up everyday you feel
Cuz we're livin' in black hole country
It's like that everyday, there ain't no reason to change
Cuz we're livin' in black hole country
Tonite we're
I see a red door
And I want it Painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
And I see the girls walk by
Dressed in thier summer clothes
Black and white
Black and white
Flashy
Whatever you say
Gotta do it my way
Coming different everyday
Black and white
Flashy
Whatever you say
Gotta
by ourself
And play them hatin ass muthaufuckas to the left
I ride in the back wit lil buss niggas
All of em back wit em black wit em black pumps
I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I
mine for the better
Cant believe I found her
Yeah I love downers
Xanax and Percocet
On the all black counter
She came off shy but by the night
Turned her
written by E. McDaniel
Here's a little story that I really want to tell
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no
the k's
Can't wait for no soul, can't wait
Im doing my thang nigga get out the way (way)
It might look like i ain't even moving but i just be
needs you
Keep it K1 K1 K1 with you
Keep it K1 K1 K1 with you
Never by rules even national
I say truth they go irrational
Hate news swear TV from the east
do we want?
Freedom
Taking this shit into the effect mode
Expressing my feelings before I exploded
About the suffering passed on to a black man
style got it's own ambience
You feel my presence? live life
Like everyday class in session
Learn something after 187 we burn some
For real kid, our uncle
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
Unless it's to make
to black.
You could come to me by plane, but that wouldn't be the same
As that old motel room in Texarkana was.
So I'll take two of what you're having
things get worst true mi black mi nuh white yuh wah treat me like dirty read the bible everyday pray to the father death of to easy cause life getting
tres like everyday
Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons
Where parties dont stop till the next afternoon
Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey
half
Do your math
And peep that two halves make a whole
And all I have to hold is my self pride
So these streets I strive
Like a Black Panther
, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by-by-by, hey
(this thing right is the story of some everyday hood things)
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by
your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way
If I was working at the club you would not
at the joint no flam just kickin' it
Wiggle with the fruits over by the liquids
The slick kids is down, the flyers passed around
We try to dig the group
With my ace the black man
Two b-boys from the Midwest
Rock the shows 'Cause were professionals
On the set night and day while the girls say
Good on Da Block by myself like a Orphan
He say I’m Hot I’m like F**K that I’m Scorching
BB Jeans on my Pants Yea
Dese New Chanel’s in Advance yea
All
awake?
And he says, "I've got you written
In a black book by the railroad track
You see, I know your fate"
And I say, "you've got to listen
I'm
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