Lyrics:
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
Been infused by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf
Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes
To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth
If racism is
printed in x-rated books
Your mother might have tried to understand
When you were hardly your daddy's little man
And you gave up saluting the chief
To find
printed in x rated books
Your mother might have tried to understand
When you were hardly your daddy's little man
And you gave up saluting the chief
To find
fast
Southern man
I saw cotton and I saw black
Tall white mansions and little shacks
Southern man, when will you pay them back?
I heard screaming
never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
cee-lo, or play a game of craps?
Matter fact, Shane, ring the intercom
And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms
Tell her to throw it out
Is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up, come on (yo)
Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch
Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s
lord she can't believe her eyes
Her old man's cheatin' lover's in a black book of disguise
Just like everybody I got a black book too
Now there's
Ooh!, you're Such a playa, Ohh! your Southern ball
Got me scrawled out, in ya black book my name was crossed out
Went from starting the second string
Is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up, come on (yo)
Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch
Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s
heart
Now everything's a little upside down
As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad, what's bad is good
You'll find out when
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
heart
Now everything's a little upside down
As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad, what's bad is good
You'll find out when
gold caps
The party addict about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code
Parlayin' on the corner, drinkin' 40's shootin' cee-lo
ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
that was the old me
Now I'll gladly walk by and won't take a second look
Cause now you're just a name in my little black book
In my little black book
I
that was the old me
Now I'll gladly walk by and won't take a second look
Cuz now you're just a name in my little black book
In my little black book
I
(positive...)
Na, na, na...
We must keep it on the positive (positive...)
Lucifer's got your little mind twisted
Cause God once gave you the meaning of life
Little Black Book
DOC: 01/19/23
Written by Sierra Black and cddy Prado
Verse 1
My phone rang after midnight
cnd I knew something ain't right
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds of weight
Fuck
stainless
The archbishop run from the Knox
A Chris biscuit plus play the heart, wrists glisten
Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5
the rider says
You dress in black
but you talk like a Fed
You spout ideas
from books that you read
Don't you care about
this guy's head?
Just then the sound
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