Lyrics:
right now
Man, fuck them motherfuckers!
Yo, Dre! Give me a funky-ass bassline!
Right here!
Here's a little somethin' about a nigga like me
Never
black history is all I'm saying
Ah
And then there was Deja or Tyra Banks with Omar Epps and High Learner
Man, I owe John Singleton many thanks
He had me
"He's gonna get across the border before we can catch him"
"Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead"
They arrest us by the hour
sixteens about a 16 aged boy
Whose story don’t taste so simply sweet
It ain’t the same as 1988, no murder capital
The POTUS is black but alienates, uh
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
me
Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force jack me
The story's been
askin' me about freedom
Askin' me about freedom?
I'll be honest with you
I know a whole more about what freedom isn't
Than about what it is, 'cause
bless your soul
Freedom! You askin' me about freedom
Asking me about freedom?
I'll be honest with you
I know a whole more about what freedom isn't
me into
Dead bodies
(Cocoa butter Dreams)
Quit playing like you
Really read bout it
And get up and shout it
Like you care about it
Unh, unh
Niggas
Yeah, black, black, black, black
Black power, black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, black power, white powder, white powder
Black
of that royalty
Black coffee, no cream
Perfect for my diet
You not black be quiet
Appreciated in silence
Read about it, digest
That's VIBE, Ebony
Can't
barking*
"Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead"
*dogs barking*
They arrest us by the hour
Cause the black man in the ghetto has power
If
were just following orders
Or were taught to do it
Instead saying no, many would just go and do it
While Black Wall street was bombed to the ground
By
orders
Or were taught to do it
Instead saying no, many would just go and do it
While Black Wall street was bombed to the ground
By airplanes because
give a fuck about another
Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
Because police always wanna harass me
Every time that I'm rollin' (rollin')
They
[Ice Cube, Verse 1]
I am the one, that you heard about, read about
I am the one, that had to take the ghetto route
I am the one, don't make me pull
dare to think about a black president
Beating odds since 91, pop my color everyday
Call it permanent
Hook
Just know you matter,
Your scars are
it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much (no)
You ain't gotta say too much (no)
I can read
a black or if it's green
Whether I rap or if I sing, or spit poetry
Pouring me out with all of your doubt
I go without fear leaning on my ear, can't you
some say a lunatic
I am Christos without the crucifix
I'm original nothing about me counterfeit
Tell me, can you handle old is alchemy
With black magic
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
and Tarcisia told me where they were going and told me it was 38 via Regnoli. So she said “Would you like to come down?” By this time we’d moved up to Villanova,
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
reading about others doing it
You're gonna learn a lot more
By operating your own
Lemonade stand, that is how
You're gonna learn, on the job
Because a lot
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