Lyrics:
right?
Would I be consumed by my vices?
Money, pussy, and prices
Of recording sessions in the studio
Hit up Chris
He say "How many hours you need?"
Over
the glock then I'm punching shit
All by myself I'm not trusting shit
Popping 30s, yea cause it's healing that pain
My heart has been black it's been taint
I
party
If ah even the beach me haffi reach
Ah summer time
90 degrees inna the shade, temperature tun up
Whitey ah tan till skin bun up
Black gal ah
party
If ah even the beach me haffi reach
Ah summer time
90 degrees inna the shade, temperature tun up
Whitey ah tan till skin bun up
Black gal ah
party
If ah even the beach me haffi reach
Ah summer time
90 degrees inna the shade, temperature tun up
Whitey ah tan till skin bun up
Black gal ah
party
If ah even the beach me haffi reach
Ah summer time
90 degrees inna the shade, temperature tun up
Whitey ah tan till skin bun up
Black gal ah
Ever since I was a little younger
I always had a ryhme that I flung up
Any situation that you brung up
Black Eyed Peas will shake a party like
stiff like the pose
In the pictures of Vogue and flashy fashion magazines
You be thumbing in ?em, props to Beverly Johnson
She was the first black
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
blind while I got the eyes
Never again sit back, right now I'm get in top of this game
Watchin now my black bitches and I gotta choose to fucking them
I'm
and the hustlers
All connected by you we on defense
You might need this for protection by you
Got me squeezin' on this Eagle
Like a ketchup bottle
When they don't
to keep a
Conversation
Flyest in the party they like
What is the occasion
I leave a trail the suiters
Wanna inhale the fragrance
Break it down roll another
crown
Thorns on my head pierced on my sides
Bearing my cross I’m tryna get by
Everyone who double crossed me in life
Will see Him rebuild the temple
one
I'm running I'm running I'm running I'm running
It takes some time It's like a dream come true I'm in heaven again
We're right here jumping with
Bust it, La Di Da Di, who likes to party
Like Slick Rick the Ruler I'm cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
Bust it, la di da di, who likes to party?
Like Slick Rick the Ruler, I'm cooler than a ice brick
Got soul like those afro picks, with the black fist
mine and you can't help but drool
But I don't really like playing by the rules
I love attention did I mention I was always in detention
Never a detention
frat boy life, get high in the day take flight by night
Make a 5th of ever clear disappear in one night make a bitch bend over then I fly her kite
All
profession will only promote expression
Probably provoke aggression with weapons without a question
While the cook is still in session discretion is
Relaxing without a fucking care in the world
Now looking at S.K.Y
Driving by
In the late night
Tear in my eye
Reminiscing of the old days
Chillin'
mercy
I ain't talking about the cars
PRLRMNT's in session, keep em second guessing
Who's the best MC? Next fucking question
It's interesting, with
apart once the dark art is catalyzed
Glum orbs corner the sold stray influx of appraised eunuchs
In black box devoid and vitiated on farmstead
Bred for
He know)
I know He love me cause I failed but he keep blessing me (Keep on blessing me)
My uncle died, it made me cry, I hope he rest in peace (R.I.P.)
gone, he he he gone pull you right through
WE THE BUSINESS!
Ugh! Class in session ring the bell holmes
I'm back like a n*gga left his cellphone
Back
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