Lyrics:
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Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my family
Your fantasy back in the day was to be native
But now your shit's sedated
I bring
sinkin' in the quicksand
Created by the keeper of time
Cast aside by using ancient tricks
That changes your state of mind
They got you catering
brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
(West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back
(West, west, west)
Been
believe in you
White flash sees the sky
And it turns its side from you
She won't turn my back
And I know you turn so blue
You know
And your sky is
wide or a little white house her daddy built
By a cotton, corn or a tobacco field
Green grass grownin' up around that Oldsmobile out in the yard
Mister Trouble come walkin' this way
Year gone by feels like one long day
But I'm alive and I'm feelin' all right
Well I run that hard road outta
Woo!
Music up please!
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in
Let me tell you a story
About an old friend of mine
Somebody left her in a shopping cart
In a parking lot for us to find
Just a fuzzy black pup
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
a shot of vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your
you. You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up
Skin dance back-a-the condo
Skin heads getting to school
Beating on blacks with a baseball bat
Racism back in rule
White trash picking up Nazi flags
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
MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck on the dick, now the bitch
Into the distance a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses
you know now
I'm black and I'm back won't slow down
No, throw it all up, watch it go down
Got it out the mud, it's clean now
I'm back in this bitch, so
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack
And read
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack
And read
To black to white to red to white and back to red
Cherry red and mirror ball
I saw you by the factory wall
Looking like a burnt out star
In some
Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fool's paradise
It's my turn
his hat match his shoe (Yo, you lookin' kinda fresh)
Well, back in the days of Sherlock Holmes
A man was judged by a clue
Now he's judged by if he's
you're at and Say HEY HEY
I'm giving back so Say HEY HEY
Show me some metal and Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
I'm a cowboy, Bad Ass in black singing HEY HEY HEY
and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
I miss the kiss
and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
I miss the kiss
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