Lyrics:
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
ridding slow
controlling my base of Bass
Don't even know who are those white girls
Sniffing a blonde and smacking some asses
Lost in the crack blind by
Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees
Bomb weed and becks
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris]
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
So if you with me and you
out, I don't have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up
since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
Money to spend on 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
I don't fuck with all that glucose
You fall and need assistance, I could do the same, but who knows
I'd rather say, "Good riddance," Jack the Ripper
The makings of a perfect bitch
A ghoul at night
I role like Jack the Ripper
Trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
Mad niggas in this
don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?!
I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures
And harass them bitch-ass niggas
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
Flash, LL Cool J
Dr. Dre, Rob Bass, Today it's brought by Lupe
Get your ass up on the floor, I said get your ass up on the floor
Get your ass up
ass too fat, tell her back back (what)
Ain't doing no talkin', the choppa got kick back (blat)
Ooh, ooh
She want be my boo (my boo)
I was broke, now
bends
Let's begin and pretend it's tranquil
Upset stomach on the boat to Lucerne to see the lion
Carved in the wall by the pond, nigga
To commemorate
I'm ready
Love my team, I'll die for them niggas, ahh
(Real rap) hating-ass niggas in my circle
Had to cut 'em out (Cut 'em)
Gold-digging-ass
Come take a ride with me and witness the thrill
Of an ass-whooping issued by the brothers in the khaki pants
Some think I'm too light to fight, so then
me by the you-know-what's
Very funny, you don't say
The big enchilada
Stealing elections
Had to go down there
Trash collection
Got his
plotting on that dime
Thought 'cause we was cool before that we gon' take yo ass on tour?
Fuck nah, this my chance to get it
How you entitled to my shine?
jack they chin if
They eminem bend 1dial1 800 o gold and you picture me surrounded by fifty
Pounds of round meat grade a beef it ain't cheap I got that
haze
The Northern Lights get ya ass in a daze
Purple hydro, Indonesian skunks, you can tell by the funk
All we need is Fonzo' leaf or a blunt
Easy
ones who make it,Â
'Cause it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it.Â
They feel fine. [Repeata: x1]
Check out complainer by the bar,Â
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