Lyrics:
Right, right, right
Right, right, right
KingKush, holla at yo boy man
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Look at the chain on my neck
Look at the ice on my wrist
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
knocked
What?
I don't know what this is about sounds crazy man
Somethin' about a gun
"The court calls Keith Elam to the stand.
Please approach
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
rubber in the black car
Man move petty they want one up, one up
Got a hand in every bag make it run up, run up
Only got a few skills, I got more vocations
Nailing a sign that speaks fear to a bank at the man made lake
you cop you
will you now resort to black umbrellas in the sight blanching sun
Or stay
the brass
The drip of the tap up the stairs won't stop
The twist of the key inside the lock
The cellophane taped around her mouth
And this is the desperate
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
We live in a world
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win
Not the content of his character
They scared of you
22 million black
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade
Yo sick soul patch bro
By the way you look like Vanilla Ice
Dude thank you
That's exactly what I was going for
Dude for a second I was like am
I
win with the team
Out here tryna make pounds and P's
So by any means
Success is the key
Really facing my demons and fiends
Hitting my bop like Unknown
[Young Buck]
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man I'm just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit.
Niggaz workin wit
All these punk ass people think they know me
Man, I swear like, you don't even exist
Know the kid's back, yes death to Kony
When i see my black folk
dirty through my city
Now I'm walking outside with a clean soul/
You know how we do/
Keep it high key, but the sea view/
Man God Done, Skipped the intro
them peace
On the roll on the go on that one rocky road
All by myself man this journey so cold
Death call me baby I need you let's go
Love me forever I
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
squad tracks
Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight
Prophets of rage , bring the noise
Don't believe the hype
Can't do nuttin for you man
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
the city of Jackson
I call her Mississippi, that was pretty witty
Your man like a black man tryna' get re-elected
He ain't get it, did he?
Sticking it
extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
what we doing sometimes man
Forgive us Lord
If we don't look in the mirror and change ourself
We could be living more
It's not hard quit acting like it's
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