Lyrics:
on the hardwood floor, let's dance
A hardwood floor is where I wanna be
A hard wood floor
Is where I kissed my baby for the first time, havin' a good time
When
The shit on my mind kinda hard to get off
Play the game with the cards I was handed (yeah)
What good is your spot when the power is off
And you still
you down?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Now it ain't hard to tell
By the way you've been
u down? (uhh, uhh)
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down? (Kid Ink)
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Now it ain't hard to tell
By the way you've
you down?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Iz you down? Iz you down?
Now it ain't hard to tell
By the way you've been
to the mutha
Times are gettin' kinda hard on the boulevard
Brothers and sisters bein' slaved and scarred
Girlies in the hall bitin' the walls up
A butcher
(What?) what it's gon' be (be)
Fuckin' with a nigga like me (D)
D to the M to the X (X)
Last I heard, y'all niggas was havin' sex (uh) with the same sex
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
streaked
And played the lightsaber song
I'm so embarrassed
By how much smoke
It's so hard to flirt
When you are constantly stoned
Now I'll stopped by
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
gimme 25
by spots and hit the door, I hear somebody knock
damn how time flies when you havin fun
all the things we did when we were young
still stayed
partners from Oakland doin serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up
white men for their ills and not havin’ isms
Blaming white men for their ills and not havin’ isms
verse two
As we pass through life, we learn by
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
the Sweet Delta Dawn"
Take me back to another morning
To a time so long ago
When the sweet Magnolia blossomed
Cotton fields as white as snow
Catfish John
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack
Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain
Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
taking me to Marrakesh
Come on board to Woodstock
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
yo heart ?
Then i sit back and think how i got better just by playin it smart
Everyone in the gang gotta part
I didn’t want too but it was time
eerier
One time I saw him passin' by me
Again, he got stopped by the police and they asked for his ID
He begins to self loathe and doubt himself
Teachers
shit
Time is runnin out and this shit loud
Attention seeking shit
Lights come on the police by the pole
We finna do the dash
Runnin for our freedom like
a key to my place
I'm not doing anything wrong
I'm working hard, and when I am not
I take liquid shots to the dome
Mr. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
limit cause I’m thinking above and beyond Busy putting time in these bars ain’t lookin for bonds.
Hard drive full of crack gotta Hundred Folders buzz
a can with your peers
In the words of Q-tip and Anderson, "cheers!"
Make a toast to making the most of the time when you’re happiest, yeah and I be
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