Lyrics:
sure
I am not pure
African fruits mixed with Cherokee juice
I am a black man with red clay roots
Arkansaw I am
Blackman speaking my I am truth
I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
I do the Crescent Heights shuffle to my baby's house.
I do the Crescent Heights shuffle to my baby's house.
I slip the key under the door I'm like
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[Pink:]
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he
When I dance I'm tailed by a dog called Ego
And you don't move at all
When I talk you bark with a pitch black halo
Damn, you're gonna hit the wall
raised around blacks and essays, and thugs wit short tempers that are quick to spray, then throw up a gang sign reppin they set, I?m from the west man,
And nobody wants to do a sacrifice
I'm not the only one who wants to interfere in this
Civilization is not a modern wilderness
Black & white, yellow, red
- Uffff...
- I'm getting bored
- Hmmmmm...
- I'm hunery
- I need a human Brain
- Bea little patiend,he'll come in a feww minutes
-
Controlled by a force still unknown
For a gram of the black
I'm imprisoned a lifetime
Attempting escape, all hope set to
Rise
Snatched from my mind
In one
Tiger Woods
When I let my tech spit, niggas be chestless
So respect this, Dark quotes surrounded by smoke
I'm ill-hole, like thirty-nine devils in that
Bar
Damn I'm always sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman
Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton
And sing, my guns be black
bubblin bricks that see twenty million dollars
I move wise Chinese secret enterprise
Black spies givin niggas Darkman neck ties so civilize
I wasn't looking - that's how you found me
Hiding in the backroom of the bar
You snuck up like a black cat from the alley
one that had been bit
See I'm in it just to win it
And I'm in it for the long run
Hang out the window gun loaded just for fun
I catch it all of ratch get feeled get
mobile phones and beepers
Cars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekers
Me, I'm a break beater, microphone eater
Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita
But
i'm in the club
V.I.P, with a black heata
Thug drama, smokin on blue sticky
They see me ballin in this game
and they want to hit me. (Cog-nonsense)
Lets
With one fell swoop and into the black
Baby fall from grace
Better watch your back.
Backbiter you can't hide her
You can't change I'm inside of her
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Clooney,
Amazons want me in this jungle but I'm burnin' titans,
Til' I'm attacked by my foe and then it's back to fightin',
Bring your army meet me in
I'm so dark, black
And slowly I die
But you'll join me on my ride
I must not see
Twisted and burned I'm a slave to black art
The forces of death I will lead
Out in the night
Hunting and haunting
Revenging
time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo
that I can say
by the end of the year you earn a 100K.
Its a job you can do you get free T-shirts
and expensive tennis shoes.
If this is the kind
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
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