Lyrics:
ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said
A grown man
I'm sorry that I didn't know I was Too much woman for you
I'm sorry that I didn't know I was Too much woman for you
You put a fire in my belly
from here
My mind's less than clear
Do I turn in shame
From what could save
Do I find my knees and pray?
its great, lord
I'm sorry for my sins
I prepare
next to you
Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold
Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (hoes)
Henny for my niggas, champagne for the-
I hate to be the one to buss your bubble but....pop
I don’t count this man’s arrest as a victory for the black community
I dare not say his name
The kush me sedated
So sorry not sorry
Likely that the black Nikes
Can call on, when they pass by me
It's a backwood
in the back hood
Nigga that's good
trouble in the black
Call up the woman in black
And let's have fun with it man
And we can have fun 'til they're mad
Just mickey me happy, lucky man
But
I'm
Freaky like can man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like a NBA jam man
Im the Sand Man, You a Lack,
a black man's might
I heard a sister say she don't like darker shades of black
On a man 'cause that's wack
But to my light skin sister can't you tell
You're
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by
an aura
And for the first time ever, soaring into pure nirvana
Wandering so calmly beyond the horizon
To a marshy wetland no man could reach by foot
To apologize for my ways
To let someone great slip away
I'm sorry
I never meant to cause you any problems, oh no
That's right, I'm sorry
Never meant to cause
cops still winning
Black man family still mourning
Black president ain't do nothing
We need a real nigga up in that office
Got the White House jumping
you should have The backs of blacks homie
Instead of buying face man
Karate chop all that coonery and go
Flippin wax on wax off for me
How you gonna
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets
enough
To think for themselves as other humans are
Intellectually independent enough to
Think for themselves
Then the black man will think
Like a black man
cooking what I could find in the cabinet
Pork and beans government cheese and syrup sandwiches
A pro at survival, this shit ain't for amateurs
Poor black in
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
sorry for being dim
You'd think that by now you'd know me
But I don't even know myself
Sorry for me feeling blue
But I don't feel anything else
You seem
an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause
just by the side of amsterdam
Just by my left brain, just by the side of the tin man
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh
I'm sorry, brother I'm sorry, I bring you
don't feel good about this one man
Hey we been doin' this for fuckin' 10 years and we haven't been caught yet
Yeah I just don't know about this one
Hey
in-stores; your new job is moppin' floors
Fixin' tiles, stoppin' potholes up on the roof
You work for service
No tips, man, I speak the truth
gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von
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