Lyrics:
disco tell other
Make we slam the beat o
You like top I prefer bottom
Who dey up I control bottom
Super story tales by moonlight o do the do the do the do
think you're scared to get rich
Thursday to Thursday, I'm on my shift
I'm on my job like these hoes on my dick
Whoa, you start the day off by talkin'
am, the nights broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want
Recheck the stats
The darker the berry the sweeter the juice
Take a pic
This melanin you can not refuse
Am all black you can tell by the ice on ma
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
matter what skin you're in
Big yellow taxi cab passed me by
Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy
The color of you, the color of me
You
away
Something sweet babe you like berry wine
You full of flavor
You my cherry lime
You so ahhhh
When I taste you
Oh no babe no I can't replace you
Though he lay quite alone,
For he's taken him to a haunted hall
Seven miles from the town.
He's chased the deer now him before
And the doe down by
herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
there we've hid our fairy vats
Full of berries
and of reddest stolen cherries
Come away, human child
of ears
Even they are judged to a wintertide...
...judged by sorrow days
Through windows of sunken eyes
As time leads our summer's on
Nothing but idle
Alone in the night, Fijo is crying; she has been left by her
husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter.
Thoughts of what once was flow
the slasher
Enveloping the B-Boy, the doper and the thrasher
Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
Son you're running to the hook, get the heck out
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
911 is a joke
20 years we got here by actin like common folk
Touring the world like a rolling stone
Then the nineties came
Welcomed y'all
Let's go
Aye
Huey, Huey, Huey
Can't change me
Can't change me yeah everybody know it
Friends been the same since Martin was still Payne
So a little
Sharp sticks and strong winds
The curl of his hair when his brains in the past
Small precious berries
Pulled, filled, and thrusted by machine hands
The crazy mushroom man
That lives on the mountain
Nibbling his berries
Telling his stories
The wistful wisdom woman
That whispers through the wind
they're true
About how girls are put upon by men.
I know I mustn't fall into the pit
But when I'm with a feller
I fergit!
I'm just a girl who cain't
us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, like, "Oh shit, this
raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was grippin' that tool
Kept a Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey59 boy and my click filled with wolves
sippin this sippin this syrup by myself
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup
said I wasn't tired
And I can't help but think of Janie and those pretty eyes
Yeah, she was sweet as berries on a summer vine
She had a heart
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