Lyrics:
colors on the house's floor
Tears painted on the door
Sneaking in the night
A door open
A road with a flaming trail
America's hypocrites!
Parties for
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind how I'ma hit that from behind
Got a ho across the court
And my lil' boo stay next door
I'm getting tired of you
[Kool Keith]
Yeah!
For the 2000 (2000)
Black Elvis (Black Elvis)
We get raw with this (hand me my guitar)
Tour bus packed (tour
you livin' 'bout 40 floors up
Valet get ya car, they gotta lift them doors up
Straight to the penthouse, tear them whores up
Next time them hoes with
spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind how I'ma hit that from behind
Got a ho across the court
And my lil' boo stay next door
I'm getting tired of you
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
jewelry so gaudy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris
America, meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Little Black Box
There was this little black box
in the middle of a room
At this party that I went to.
Just enough room for two to crawl inside
I
grass
And that's a big black ball that come out of a cows ass
So the next time you see that anointed bitch you know
Bend her spin and go up in her
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
we true and flew in life
Leave us JD and rock a party all night tight nigga
One two three four five six seven
I can rap like hell but make
The future of our next generation, they been established
Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us
Money and social status, tell me what really
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
know I fuck whores outta habit
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit!
'Cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty
you'll find it next to me
They tell me I'm the hottest, guess we finally get to see
I'm feeling like Nas, who am I to disagree?
They say the doors will
I see her everywhere I go
Pull up to the party and she knocking at the door
Everywhere I go
Next thing ya know there she goes
I see her everywhere I
am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang,
Running in the dark, endless maze of black
Possessed by the void with nothing to wrap
No where to run; no where to hide
The next door approaches your
am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang,
Saw you in the corner of the room by yourself those blue eyes made me melt
Whole room fades away into the black this party ain't a blast I think
to follow me
Change your history, categories
Different people in the same territories
Hip-hop in here for my Black Eyed Peas
So watch it watch it be
you love how that black man swing?
We keep it real, tell Holyfield
He next in line
So get his heart problem checked
'fore he steps to mine
And Seldon, I
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