Lyrics:
Whether it's tan skin or black man to them it's the same
So Ima shake this man hand look him dead in his face
Tell him his daughter do some thangs,
Do you want more?
You're dirty, sweet girl I want more
You're dressed in black, don't look back, I want more
Take me by the hand, you're trouble
good:
I've been waiting far too long...
I see their bodies in the pyre,
Leaking black smoke into the flames.
And all the people stand around,
Shaping lips
over yet
Just by the way she bends
"If you come breezin' through"
You said "I'll know that it's you by the taste on my lips
Bet on the deserts
Uh, uh
I got that real good, feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on thirty-fives
Pretty girl by my side
a rage
I knew I refused to hand it over
Burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me
I know what's going to happen next
(stood at the next table touching the lips
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Yes so my name's is Billy Lee
If you've got a warrant you better read it to me
I shot her down 'cause
Dirty hands, emtpy faces
Hardly find the traces
Straight on the curnstone
Freezing to the bone
Nothing left - no golden times
Shattered youth -
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Damn your lips very soft
As I turn my Blackberry off
And I turn your bath water on
And you turn off your iPhone
Careless whispers, eye fuckin',
rolling they hating
Patrolling and trying to catch
Me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Black and yellow, black
And I've been waiting far too long
I see their bodies in the pyre
Leaking black smoke into the flames
And all the people stand around
Shaping lips into
these days
She kisses the cops on the lips
And she takes them to Paris
And tucks them in she takes them by the hand
And tucks them in she begs me
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
it, that's it
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they
it, that's it
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
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