Lyrics:
a hustlin' motherfucker 'til I sees my hearse
No doubt, I bust a shot for all my niggas in jail
All the young black males, that got slang yell
Cause its
tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (ha ha)
Low key, under the radar
Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it
the hood, some for the job
Some for they niggas, they sisters and mom
Some do it at times to relax and have fun
Some do it for every black breath in this
and the sea
Mystic Christianity
Isn't something bad for me
But The kabbalistic tree
Is man made obviously
Just a description of energy
Jesus holds the real key
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
more I wanna spend this time
Just let you know you always be up on my mind
Don't wanna be alone no more you feeling what I'm saying
You done took me by
Fuck (Brr) ayo (Brr)
Ayo
The Black Rambo, you know the handle (Brr)
Bali' sandals
The Buffalo Kids and Black Sopranos (Ah)
Got the brick dismantled
Meeting deadlines with ease, no game
You fire, I'm butane
Gator Timbs, ostrich belts
These be the times that I surprise myself
My niggas looking like
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
the transition)
5). She Had Fun - Ashton McCreight (produced the beat) Jordan Holt (co produced the beat)
6). Doheny- Produced by
Champagne Spills Interlude-
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
by angels Della Reese
Look at god won't he do it touched by angels Della Reese
Yeah
Black and blue like a bruise you can't lose
Stripped down like
Bitch tryna calm me down (Calm me down)
I went and got a Trackhawk so
They can't hawk me down (Skrrt)
I never, ever
Ever even seen a black key around
low key like the brother of the God of thunder
Make em wonder move in silence with my next move
I keep the circle small so I gotta test who
We gonna let
tried, i tried
I tried
Tried to recollect myself back
Yeah you will get another track
You go back to them, i go back to black
Putting all my stuff in my
keep my mind in that space i learnt this
I trained my mind to be the BLACK SLAVe
I made my mind to keep my heart safe
Every single time i have i do my
Tired of sleeping
Drained by the bleeding
I should know
Burnt by the fire
The weight of desire
I feel low
But I don't care
No I don't care
I sang
(that's really shitty writing)
Right before we smoke ourselves out
And the oceans turn black
And by the time I finish it up, I've arrived
Noelle's on my
and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone,
you meet the stares, you're
jealous that I got that church-key
Bitch I am Black Jesus I helped part the red sea
Staying on my street shit
Staying on my keef shit
You don't want no beef
to the ocean
Searched for seven keys
On my journey back to you
No horizon, big black holes
Stormy wind, the sea is cold
I left my past, I choose
of the purest of things
No time to waste, no oil sheens, her soil was clean
Beauty was keen, sort of like the flowers of spring
She said she lived the law by
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