Lyrics:
Take back your rights
All the wealth you make is taken
By exploiting parasites
And they keep us in line
With a fascist police force
Global capitalist
Niggas is shice..
[Im all by myself]
These bitches is trife..
[Im all by myself]
These bitches a set you up have niggas take your life..
[Im all by
proof the tank (Hm-m)
Bitch is a dime a dozen
I get dimes by the bundle (Huh)
Barry White bumping backseat while we fucking
Them niggas was making love
Preemo joint
Barry White, you know what I'm saying?
Nice little sample on this shit
You know what I mean?
Cormega
Peace man
Word
Check it out though
Yo
When Madame Pompadour was on the ballroom floor,
Said all the gentlemen, obviously, the madame has the cutest personality.
And think of all
Raised by the U.S.A.
Raised by the U.S.A.
Raised by the U.S.A.
Raised by the U.S.A.
I pledge allegiance to
My country, red and blue
Wealth in my retina
God
you're just not right for me
I forget them all, well at least I try
Who am I kidding, you're my one and only vice
Just don't you see, don't, don't you
You ask me how I'm livin?, this hit?s for you
But that's not all we got the prize
A mother in a kitchen, now yo, she's dead inside
Yeah, we took them
Aye, Kash
Hop on me (Yah!)
She want to fuck on me (Woah!)
On these all white sheets (All white sheets)
All white sheets
And I want to go to sleep
But
To your son
You’ll just become another white
That skews the truth
And my daddy was a junkie, son
So I’m fightin’ dude for you
Because that crack’d
(cracker)
my pop he wasn’t right there/ I dream big but because of nightmares and those are my excuses.........
[Verse]{Dex}: You the reason it’s your
the motions
And drop all your notions
People carefully chosen
Choose wrong
It's like poison
Say you can't rhyme with orange
Then knock the door of the door
love
I ain't got no time, hurry up
All that dirt, I'm running on Barry Bonds
The dope got me light
I was hitting a bitch she was light
Always
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
greatful for the things that you've done for me
And I'm greatful for the things that I'm yet to see
If not for your mercy
Na where I for dey
It's all because
you might, show ya right
Have ya'll thinking I'm Barry White
In the night, pack em' tight,see all a fight, T.K.O.
We got mo', you ain't know, numero,
All you mumble rappers are just our pound pads,
In the studio you couldn’t keep up,
This little white girl got you looking like a chump,
Always keep it
just a kid who blowing up with my father's name
And every black "you're not black enough"
Is a white "you're all the same"
Mm Food like Rapp Snitch
cars outside and all my shit tight (skrrt)
Trap nigga, but I fuck my bitch to Barry White (uh)
Told my hitman put him on the hitlist (yeah)
Tat my
Loyalty Lack
Part two
Aye from what I saw
They just wanna let you down
I'm all alone riding in this town tho
Never saw them come back around no
I
I am a bone top, a death's head
On a mop stick
You infected me, took diamonds
I took all your shit
Your "sell-by date" expired,
So you had
lies, but it's no white-collar in you
But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you
Because you make me live forever, baby, count it all
I need you in my arms cause you're one in every one because you're the one for me or so I thought
I wanted it to be me and you but I guess I keep
I feel so sensitive and (White white)
My position might have to be shifted by a break
And I'm counting up all of these benefits
It's nothing but
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