Lyrics:
Orange is the color of my true love's hair
Trump is in the White House 'cause I put him there
First he's getting rid of that ObamaCare
There goes my
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like roses so fair
He's the prettiest face
And the neatest of hands
I love the ground
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like roses so fair
He's the prettiest face
And the neatest of hands
I love the ground
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
But black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is something wondrous fair
The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands
I love the ground
hope she is.
Now I don't have nobody and no one will ever replace...
My Lucy
I love Lucy, Lucy...
On the day that I left Lucy...my Lucy
then everything is alright
They still question what's real or not
Would the world be as messed up if there really was a God
That's no offense to the true
What you mean by that, what the ground represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and
Short, just call me Dog.
Black is my color.
I have no other.
Nothing else will do.
I've got a black car, black bed, black TV.
I've even got a silk
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style. Baby don't stop.
If you can't call me Short, just call me Dog.
Black is my color
called Earth
Every color paints a prize people score for work, or even more for sport
It is certainly a break from every fickle insecurity of man's
shit on tape?
Oh, my God, that nigga is cold, dawg
You see my pockets stay full, yours stay empty
You say I look Kunta Kinte
Blue black ain't shit jack,
true love you will always be
Blue is the color of the midnight shade
Between black and white between night and day
There's nothing left that can keep me
to me 'cause my true love was poetry
White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey
Built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
When you put on that black dress
There's no doubt about it
The one thing on my mind is
My hands on your body
Yeah
As soon as i laid eyes on you
you know that sHit's real
Pistol grip pump on my lap all times
I used to drive a Hyundai
With the dimes inside
Now drive by is by the lost
THat kill bay
To all my ladies tired of hair trade fairs
Tired of tracking weaves and prefer straight hair
Stop telling them Jesus is black of course
We love melanin
to the human experience
Welcome to the human experience
This for my free spirits gone with the wind true synthesizers
Who know the elements make up all of our
and red
It was all she could see
She entered the bar
And sat at a stool
"Is this where my husband
Took me for a fool
His throat, it bled
With black, and red
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
truth message which is 'True knowledge is so priceless'
Which is so true
Rain, rain, stay here! Wow
Love that power
Brothers and sisters, haha
Raise
Royce's with choices of color my desire need
Crab and Oyster with gorgeous abortions, I require thee
Flesh and poison the point is the reason, you won't
playing by the rules
My soul is sapphire blue, always staying true
Golden hair hard stares yeah you know I got the fuel
Now they know me by Azul, I got
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