Lyrics:
the Black Eskimo
I ain't talk to be talking, I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your
jewel from me
Get flewed out, true dat
I ain't said if I let your eyes on my shine
The shit that I did in Atlanta be a lifetime
It's my time and it
pride out
If you know how to pray the situation out
You'll get an answer, and there ain't no doubt
Monday, we held it together and
Wednesday, we had
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
going to search
Searching like you're never gonna see
That's what the searching through is bound to be
Girl you're deep! deep!
You can tune
he we cud end dat,
Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit chat,
I'm cold like caronas in a 6 pack
,ace hood gettin head like a ball cap
One thing about
euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nothin', you ain't sayin nothin'
Actin' like you tough, when
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
trill young nigga
Still toting that steel young nigga
And I ain't ever lose a chain
And shawty head stupid man
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
overnight
Felt like I was just getting read my rights
Look at how the ice sitting under them lights
Married to the game
We ain't throwing no rice
All
quickly, to just go in
I don't know man, I feel like you should never stop goin' in on your shit
That's just me
Mean, Q, TreeJ out there, we excited just
(I can't go on this way)
Came too far and I ain't going backwardds for nothing
I ain't being distracted by nothing
Midget-size to Dikembe, I ain't
and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go
But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
But I had to take the brother out for being rude
And like I said before I was mad by then
It took three
that ain't hard too see
But you must have been fooled again by your friends across the sea
And maybe you were fooled again by your people here at home
Where your children at? Where your children at?
You got two sons, all they do is fight
You up through the night like gimme-gimme-gimme dat
Yeah, nice
Land of the homer
Sides lost lives, politics and drama
Over supersize, thump young in a hornya
Watch out for that boy in the hoodie, man
He a monster
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for
children at?
You got two sons, all they do is fight
You up through the night like gimme-gimme-gimme dat
Yeah, nice titties, got a pic, go and send me that
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what dat mean man on damn house
Floss out big sceen man I keep da game runnin' man what chu gon do for me man look at her on it come
Ayy, yeah
I sip out the cup, it ain't driving me crazy (damn)
This shit I took up, it ain't making me lazy
I pop me one up and I keep going crazy
got the diamonds on
Got them the chills
I'm smoking on this shit
This got me high as a hill i'm going hard
Man I'm rolling like i'm on off a pill
Man
But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
But I had to take the brother out for being rude
And like I said before I was mad by then
It took three
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