Lyrics:
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
smell you)
It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!)
[E-40]
I'm out here in the slums where thugs be using, ghetto tactics
Like, chopping up candy
FALLIN to the strong point
One by one they losin down the line
A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! ("Damn nigga!")
I grab the dice,
a black man
Estimated by the way he acts in Elementary
My dear, Watson, don't question me because the Feds watching
The reason I don't wear 2 chains
Cause I
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave? smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male
Black, das ist „Narcotic 2“
Ghetto-Gangster, ich verkehre mit der Straße
Du mit dem Staatpolizei (huh)
Vakuumiert bleibt hier das THC
Was deine Frau
One, two
One, two, three
Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants or silverback
hell no, ya gotta go
Ya finger getting ,...way 2 close to da booty hole
Black fist, strong, solid, planet fitness
This ain't no Christmas tree, it's
a dream
Pull up on them and make a scene
Gotta lower their self-esteem
I'm in a black Benz coupe
With a bad bitch too
Smoking cabbage ooh!
S class, fuck
to come home until I got my shit right
So now I'm livin' in my grandma's home
My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own
And keepin' me ain't
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
Plus you gotta get yours
By any means it's on again
But you record slangin yayhoo
How the fuck can you win
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
your partner by the chaps
Give your partner a pimp-slap
To symbolize the ghetto trap
Step to the right, give three claps
Kids jam-packed in tenement
of all civilization you find us
they use miseducation to bind us
naturally strong we survivors
Truth is the Light to remind us
Verse 2
high school
or i'm a wet ya
best to be 'bout yo' business, if not, God bless ya
look, what makes you think that two-two-six wasn't strong
that's when we do ya wrong
One, two
One, two, three
Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants or silverback
One, two
One, two, three
Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants or silverback
to be twice as smart, the realities of life is harsh
Just know that God's keeping you level
He'll even speak through the ghetto to reach you
Just
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
fuckin' black
('Cause it's like that)
It's untraced without a clue (fuck you!)
Yeah, his ass caught the ankle blues
[Chorus: x2]
Nigga nigga nigga
[Chorus 2X]
[King Just]
So damn confused, this life just don't seem the same
Kids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto games
I reminisce about the shit
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
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