Lyrics:
Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I
I seen some niggas get done like a parody
Fall off be strong when the fame get to tragedy
Fuck out my, face
I got no time to be hangin' with snakes
I
niggas'll break bats over your head until you leakin
Nigga take that
[Hook](2x)
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Two time for all my black excellence
The takeover is now (DJ Durel)
Hold it, hit it
Hit it two times with the base (one time, one time)
Two times
one
To make you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had weapons
Just to teach black people one lesson
But I ain't goin to your school
one
To make you tap dance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had weapons
Just to teach black people one lesson
But I ain't goin' to your
be shots on T-M-Z, of me givin' her mouth-to-mouth,
Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her,
I drive two black cars I named 'em Malcom
gon' beat ya blue and black
Two by two by two, I'm stackin' all of the loot
Shawty was a groupie, she was passed around the crew
Man these boys spooked,
to keep it, but they... when the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you
Ee about this much two-by-four attached
yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Fantom)
Smokin' on packs, preferably Black Leprachaun
All of these hoes, they on my arm
All of these bitches, they know
ho all I know is win (Win)
Rolling papers and gin (Gin)
Poppin' out of two doors (Two door)
Windows five percent (yeah)
They know what it is (What it
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
The essence of your manhood, Black
Just like that, uh, yeah
Man: Right here, baby
Salt: Right there, baby
Man: Oh, all right
Salt: Hmm
Man: You like that
boom
Im spaced out so gimmie some room
Love of the beat So i do what it do
Finishin strong
Gotta do it fore im gone
Write to the beat never wrong
But all
black magic hot in a pot
And it's as strong as a hydrogen bomb
Her house lies far of the side of the map
Only satan knows the way
But he ain't goin back,
[verse 1]
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin
Black don't crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong
players, pimp type, black, strong, young
Level-headed Tennesseee, hustlers got it goin on
Bad to the bone when I roam through the area
Carry a, automatic
to give me a small fee
I have to deal daily with things that are out of your reach
I ain't like play game
I don't bet nigga if I'm sure that I'm goin win
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
"Keep 'em slum styles to delf"
Rum is on my right
Of black bastards and bitches
Which reminds me, i left 'em out
Two from my list of shit I
Don’t give
in LA yea, aye
It's two AM in LA
Two AM in LA
Two AM in LA yea, aye
It's two AM in LA
Told that girl to bring some friends
They was all ten out
take a minute
But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid
So we back to playin' tennis
We been goin' back and forth
She the one that I
a .225 up on my two-two-seven on my block
My heart goes out to all the Florida heavens, and the pops
I hopped off the porch with my brother, the Wayans
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