Lyrics:
And I wasn't born to get stoned but let's ignite
Oooo
Cool cat with the strap all black
Push your cap back light work like a light snack
So I smoke and I
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this little bottle
Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words
That you would tug at the line, pullin'
First off my name is BC
To be is your be born an exist physically and mentally
To see to S-E-E that’s to understand clearly through the mind with
just killed Breonna
We the culture our families we got to honor
Born Kings & Queens we meant to conquer
Put on for the city where you come from
Black is
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
we got niggas
Way tighter than you man,you old want to be me asshole nigga, come with
Some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga
I'm
the black man is
Stay in tune to the masters and unplug from the bandits
The tongue of torture, depravity, and brutal incision
The lip of sorrow, the hate
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
This is the story of an emotional black male
From Kokstad born in a world designed to make blacks fail
But he was never the blackest of these boys
Nor
much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
Fefe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10,
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
in black and white
Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my mortal soul be blessed
By someone close to me
He came
Look at my skin it don't crack a bit, factual
Black girls ain't got time for gravity, level up
Heads they be wanting our strategy
That's for sure
I'm in
on my windshield, smearin' and blurry
My mama was born to worry
Wronged by the jury i was born to be a Ryda
'til I'm gone and buried
Rydas chase cheese
It's ya boy I represent the CDP
You a hoe dog
You be where the weenies be
You the man when the East coast talk about you buzzin' in the streets
Each
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
with a brick
I'm a shower-faced man but I still look sick
White gold chain on my neck looks sick
J-jack who? You must be taking the mick
Nah rudeboy,
or even if you're born
See, you could be born in a mansion or a shack
You could be born brown, white or black
Amen to that
So I'd like to give thanks onto
start
Disassembled the puzzle and figured out everything 'bout you inspired by narwhal
Just be talking bout shit like I'm working in sewers
Be talking my
I did that for B-Gose, yeah
I did that for BG
He gon' like that right there yeah
Nigga heard that I got all, he
Want some money, i'm like mm-mm
They still knowing all the raps
Bet you they hitting they dabs
Everybody niggas now
Black Culture be the wave
Swag surfing over here
Gave the world
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
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