Lyrics:
It's not latin, or white, or black music
It's that cooked up coke, crack music
Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye
a come through with my favorite toats
Hammers out in France, that's French toast
Drive bies on the pedal fights
Hit you closer
Casper, your phantom gonna
back and forth
This is a game of love, feeling like tennis
Ball is in your court
Yeah, the Melinda to my Bill
Don't go ducking gates if I try to let you
his affections
After the ball I was worried you'd fallen out of the King's good graces
But by some miracle he still invited us to this garden party
My
Go on then kiss my black foot, go on then
Yo, signed up to the gym 'cause I heard
Man are looking for me and my mates
After I’m done with pumping
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
I feel special ed
If I let my sleeve roll up
She gon' give me head
Corvette black on black but
The inside's read
When you getting real money
Everybody
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
to half of the applause
Them black ball laws of balance at all cost
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
Mamacita
Papadonna
the Shanghai Masters back in 2018, missing a frame-winning black ball.
Ah, Chan tried to screw in off the cushion there. Now leaving the red open. Not looking
think of black thoughts?
It's like an empty room with the lights switched off
Every time I try to turn 'em on I just get pissed off
And even after
the roof to his death its real
Hand Ball walls displayed with are I-P murials
Those who sling, play the shadows by the building
Devils spring, keep em
We ball til we fall
Hit the mall
After we
Hit don't call
We fill your lives
With nothing but lies
And I would like to
Apologize
No no, you
windows tinted black
Painted finish and it's matte
Racing rims and that's all black
Speeding on the track
Got them demons in the back
And you know that it's
But they even criticize the Jesus
Won’t let that define my path
Y’all even called Kobe "ball
Hog"until he finally passed
So I’m stickin’ to my roots
Genocide kickin' in yo back
How many times have you seen
A black fight a black
After drinkin' down a bottle
Or a malt liquor six-pack
Malt liquor bull
on the floor
Fourth quarter, four minute on the clock Black Mamba with the ball
Paparazzi looking at them both popping up and take a picture, uh
Probably
a metal box to imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me.
In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury two bedroomed
To ball in France, straight from the web Jake Paul my stance
Bigger shit, I sacrificed happiness just for a shot
Just like an alchie I mounted these
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
Never rush
I've been stuck
In a rough hush
Pushing cash
In a rash
Had to dash dash
Talking black
Talking cash
I can't mix stash (Stash)
Make it last
to the words you inflicted
Time after time, line after line
Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind
Do they call you $hort because of your height
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