Lyrics:
you said it's the return of the black kings
Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains
I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told
above my chest and heart
You pried my lips apart with yours
Takes me further back to where
When the odds weren't yours and mine
Our hearts declined
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
The colours above and the shadows below
Take me down for a ride on that old dirt road
Back Home...
Back home...
Those cut off jeans, and your elegant strides
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
like Eli with them Giants
Water tracking your rhymes underwater like Poseidon
From coon to Coach Boone Remember Them Fallen Titans
All black brush with
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
else can we go to take hoes
From fake macks? Ayo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, looking back
The Ship of Fools is coming in
Take me off I've got to eat
Same old stories same old thing
Letting out and pulling in
Mister, there's a caravan
And snap back and battle my own shadow cause y'all wack and all that
Bullshit ya talkin' startin' to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies
blacks
They depress the asset and
Take the property back
It's a ruthless but a genius plan, in fact
So now we fighting over scraps
Crabs in the barrel but
live by blacks
They depress the asset and
Take the property back
It’s a ruthless but a genius plan in fact
So now we fighting over scraps
Crabs in
tearing up
He watched them take me off on that stretcher
6 yr old facing pressure
Now he asking them questions
Don’t tell me not to stress it this some
tearing up
He watched them take me off on that stretcher
6 Yr old facing pressure
Now he asking them questions
Don't tell me not to stress it this some
ain't got nothing to do with rap
Check the facts, expose those cats
Who pose as heroes and take advantage of blacks
Your government's gangster, so cut
, funky Tennessee butt
Like a bite into a salty Tampa Bay boiled peanut
(I hit a jet black ass in the back seat of a Nova)
Oh yeah? Well a hoe five-oh
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
Well I've been lookin' after number one
For too long
And it seemed that love was passing me by
So I thought I better do something about it
While I'm wondering where it's at I see a Paris diplomat
College kids are trying to get back home
Baggage car goes quickly by, I see my case and I
come back with some sand
Dawg, I be at home all day poppin' illys
See how long it take to count a million
Bitch, if you make me lose count, I'ma kill
back out
Take over strips with fifths and
Cause a black out
Lil nigga listen here, I'm from a city where
You talk shit
The fifth will make you disappear
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
supported these dreams
Always stay right by my side, trust I notice these things
Even way, way back
When my buzz was still like bee stings
Broke as ever,
I'll take your bitch, give her back
Take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get inside of me 66
She see my wrist
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