Lyrics:
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
a glance from the clientele
Your coffee black as well,
Hair blond as hell
Cast the runes against your own soul
Roll up for the underpants show
And be humbled
my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin President Carter
He picked a winner
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
aight)
(Yeah, you know I'm just sliding)
(You know through the city, checking my game, you dig?) Oh shit
Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on)
wake up to music to be murdered by
Like
write these tunes
And for you to stress a nigga like I?m running these hoes is outta line
Goodbye to your life, pack up your clothes and go
[Hook sung by
What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit)
(Cash rules) word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up
a drought, but you got a connect on some keys
You roll up the ?? and drink 40s'
You'll whoop any bitch at any ghetto party
We walk past security cause you
flow and blow
Puerto Rico Southside Latin you're feed pattern
Black people mingle white people buy my single
Bingo bangle let go my
she hate
Then she stuck with me
No, we don’t speak Japanese
But we do chop it up like the Japanese (Okay)
I met her casually
Taking pics by my car oh so
when you see me
I matte black all my cars (G)
Go
This a Hellcat (go)
Yeah, the red key (fast)
Thought I seen a F.E.D
Damn near scared me
Bitch,
?
Last time I checked my
"black" don't come off
Homie, everything I say and do
Is black by default
And this might be confusing, a change-up
Just don't let
to find a woman when you' talented and black
When you hollerin' at labels
And they silencing you back
'Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
to sleep and deal wit it every night
And wake up every morning
And walk to the liquor store or coffee
Store shop on the Mersa whats worser?
Its no verse that
niggaz and by the way all my niggaz move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
Its
future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy
what?
Dj lord gimme that cut
Bring that beat back
That's whats up
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
into the big lampoon
With a creature coming up from the black lagoon
[chorus]
Losing ground true sounds of liberty
The forest of the north might hold
the whips that ride by
I'm like spark some Ky I just fly by
Not in a white ride at night time on a black bag in the
day time when the markets on
Park your
relationship gotta end this wrong
When I made this album
Just another love song
Thought I knew me, well
Love spelled backwards that's true as hell
But love just
the walk-through like phone booths
What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you and
Rock ya body body, catch somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his
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