Lyrics:
Black Change Featuring J. Rob, VERB & Shelley Carrol
Written by Bobby Ray Sparks II, James Robinson and Shonna Blumenberg
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI),
I'm tryna live a dream but y'all too busy steady sleepin on me
Dead men walking all around me all I see is zombies
I been through the lowest
getting my money!
Hook
Verse 3: WildStyle
Straight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my side
As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back
In the 'Lac we be
literally, literary literature
Six slippery Seals slippin silently ashore
Sally sold seashells down by the seashore
Sold two shells but couldn't see to sell
Chorus
All I ever wanted was a 7 tre (X4)
K1NG ZOE
All I ever wanted was donk with the funk
Spray that bit down with candy
make sure you that add
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma urrp
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off (nah, keep it goin'
(J-ro can you make
to live
The Rock is begging for money and Oprah adlib
What am I suppose to give when I'm about to or three days from losing the crib
Two generations lost.
witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
Verse 1 Think of money, growing on trees,
Where nobody lives hand to mouth.
If you want a life full of ease,
You need to be heading down
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
the night
Sippin on lean dirty sprite
Baby pull up you hitting it right
Watch the crew pop
We all gonna win
Pull up to the shop
Smoking ain't a sin
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
to spit it real
And provide you with audible enjoyment
This interlude is brought to you by those two dudes
Leftwrite and Vishnu
Cooler than the ice hole you
cute little shark just sucks at math
Two by two is four
Four and four is eight
Eight and eight is sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen
Two by two is four
Four
cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames
If you would clue the crew into the civil
Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over
Drown them
Pray to the merciful
Poseidon
Helpless, fight for breath
What have you done
Waves crack the hull
My loyal crew is swallowed by death
bullet scar
south suicide its like do or die
my nigga came home from a 2 to the 5
nigga pumping on strip selling 2 for 5
dont set up by southside cutie pie
it ruthless smoothest
Don't know who's next
Rather I'd live than I don't
So baby two step through this
Come by sooth this
Coming like Jennifer Lo
We
how I feel,
You started out with two, same as my crew,
And now you went out and found yourself another busta,
Made it even harder, to make the change
or two
Get up and clap yo hands
Come on and clap yo hands
Get up and clap yo hands
Come on and clap yo hands
A few hours in the jam and a fighter
Jeans
adrift
washed ashore their bodies
consumed by nothingness
One by one and two by two
They follow
One by one and two by two
They swallow
One by one and two
[Pimp]
Well I wanna pimp all the hoes
In a L-Dog Lac, gold shoes sittin' on vogues
Say you wanna roll reefer slow
Two niggaz in the back gettin' hi
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