Lyrics:
darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn
[ lyrics taken from CD booklet ]
Heeeeey
What's happenin, y'all?
This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
[number] inches
to duck in his house
Keep a trail of bitches, I'm talking three on each side
The head of this to the kid
Walk with black pride
He a monsoon mastermind
Flyer
burgundy blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I should've stayed in
burgundy blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I should've stayed in
and the Firstborn One
Glory to Him who loves us and released us from sin by His blood
He has made us a kingdom
Priests to God and His Father above
Jesus
So shall it
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
if you ask me (yeah)
You're a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I've been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around ten and skinny
the big fro my nigga im just boondockin
Black bandana round my cap, Riley cornrows to the back
Like Grandad give you a slap
We don’t shoot once we double
times
let my chop sing like its Penny off of Good Times
Balling from the 3 like I'm James harden bitch
Pull up on a real thick bitch she make my thang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Fantom)
Smokin' on packs, preferably Black Leprachaun
All of these hoes, they on my arm
All of these bitches, they know I'm
fuck with with me
Baby come fuck with me
I know I look edgy
Dark like I'm Pepsi
I'm dressing all black cause I can
Take it way back when I used to give
a sexy mutha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come and give me
bout
How freedom is just the medium
So tell me what be easy cause the hardest part
I be living being black barely breathing
Grievances going out
times can someone wash his hands
By the time we get out hell I’ll be an old man
We went from World War 3 to a deadly disease
Tell me who switched us out
Find a tacky statue three inches high
Dirty rain falls from a dirty sky
On the corner of the street there's a big black fella'..
Trying to sell me
her ass, a lighter and a match
Explode the extinguisher
Joking about penises, bayonet 3 inches
See both your knees totally broke
Tattoo when I blast
'bout that paper while you talkin' bout that loose leaf
You gon' see some Neon Guys when I shoot this Uzi
Black and yellow Scat, Kyrie 3's, I'm on my
People always say when they see us, teach us
so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us
Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us
of that danger in all black like this
Hot Boys and Three Six klick-klack like this
What?
Soze Lord cause the war
Competors come on irregular
Intruders face
The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary, pay your me top regards
Boy, I'm three optics
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
Back in the day when the bus was less than three quarters
Lloyd met
32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me
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