Lyrics:
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
shine through the darkness
I guess I always been a star type
That lion in me made my heart fight, could've been a victim of an opp pipe
Took a million
I'm who these hataz hate to the 3rd degree
They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm
of the past
Really blow your mind
In black-and-white
Seeing things you wouldn't believe
Stone lions in a drowsy pose
Sunflowers to cover their nose
Encounter
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice
married
We'll keep The White Album
Among things carried
Stack em side-by-side
Upon a bookshelf long and varied
So darling, why don't you and I get married
the Flow Factory
JS
Ehxx "The Professor"
Nayo
Dando clase'
DR y PR
T.Y.S
¿Tú me copia'?
White Lion
¡Llegó el Domi!
Me kill yuh
One
By
One
JAH
Me hail
RasTafari
Come back on a Lion
And you sight him in d sky
Den he touch down with the lightning
And the brimstone
M--Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer
Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net
Me kill yuh
One
By
One
JAH
Me hail
RasTafari
Come back on a Lion
And you sight him in d sky
Den he touch down with the lightning
And the brimstone
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
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
on
For, oh, I don't know how long
One day I turned the corner onto India Street
I must have turned white as a sheet
Three policemen were standing on my
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
Surfin' on the T.V
Caught a black and white
Fresh faces from long ago
In the box of light
Every life a footnote
Now just a memory
Passin' time
22 songs done by myself blood sweat and tears
A dumb corny ass white rapper with music for your ears
And you can say what the fuck you want just see if
Red hand print on the white of your cheek
Pack your bags quiet while the lion sleeps
Watch you mother put her name to the line
Next to the place
make fun of cfricans calling us dumb
Tink we haven't seen worldstarhiphop dot com?
Feeling very very proud on your BET
Owned by a lovely white lady
I stand by your side?
We can make it alright
Like home
'Cause I'm home
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
Can you let me go
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
the heart is but my Heart is torn
Born of the 3 lions, raised by the lion Mountains
R nr tap na ose so me noto homebase
But you too familiar for make r b JC
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
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