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The color of the world
Is changing day by day
Red, the blood of angry men
Black, the dark of ages past
Red, a world about to dawn
Black
the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
For
And eyes full of wonder
Kicking out behind us again
And watching as a boy alone
At the key side
The ships loading cargo in the night
Their names all
The pikes must be together
At the rising of the moon
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell
Where the gatherin' is to be
At the old spot by the river
Quite
pop yours
Judge a man by what he ride for
Not if he ride foreign
Still a nigga love to ride foreign
Couple strays in the back
As I fade to the black
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
gone fucking win
I'ma pray that God keep me out of sin
Just here for the money, don't have no friends
Whatever speaker knocker said, get it by my lonely
What's up, dog?
What you need, nigga?
Ah shit, one time
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
(Bun B)
When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't movin keys I barely movin dimes
Started comin up fiends recognize my face
Started payin off
I'm on attack, never backed up on no defense
Remember nights was black
Those were lonely evenings
Homies coped a strap, cuz it's dangerous back at home
If y'all know me
You know my story been crazy
Story of a boy
Born inside a tornado
Torn apart by all the
Wars that have reigned down
But by the force
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
I'm dizzy walkin outta larry's army wear used
With some black leather shoes and desert BDU's
Many boxes of ammo, I got the camo face paint
Barricaded
for you, the golden boys
Go Go Golden boys
We're the Go Go Golden boys
Go Go Golden boys
Made by Gods and Golden boys
We're the perfect boys, with
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
got down by the land (What?)
Barrel full of crabs, but they make that body dance like
Yih, yih
Crucify they sins boy
Gone with the wind but (Ssup!)
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely
And contraceptives don't get used by the horny
You can't find the key to the door in your
step, that shit gon' blow by (that's light)
Used to bag the dope playin' Mos, "Black on Both Sides"
Was in the streets, but I still provided the hope
a young nigga going odee
Fuck you like mine but keep it low key
I can never ever leave you lonely
Yeah
And I’m just being honest
Girl your body like
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
IGH!
Nana naaaaa
Yup
Wooooh, ah!
Nanana
Young black boy, how he got the labels scared?
A&R's like, "Chano, you ain't
passing by
Baby you hold the key
Why don’t you rescue me?
Lock my heart inside a
white lady, by the key (key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P)
Smoke a pussy nigga
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