Lyrics:
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
the shadows
Bottle of JD
Surrounded by some bad ho's treat
Them bitches like bodyarmour
If there is beef in the club I
Shoot right through your body mama
Why
a young man too
Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
a young man too
Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
T
The pro-black Grammy goes out to Public Enemy
'Cause they too black and they too God damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync God damn motherfuckin Grammy
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
out to Ice T
The pro-black grammy goes out to Public Enemy
Cause they too black and they too God damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync God damn
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
Lil hoe don't play with me, my life a movie, I'm givin' them clips
Dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin', stop runnin' your lips
I'm not
armor
Royal calmer, black queen black madonna
The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx
Intelligent instincts
I say knowledge is the foundation
though
Vote for me as if I'm Pedro
This ain't nothing new ho
Only fans I knew my circle
Do right by me or crumble
End up the color purple
Blue notes
to Friday stay bent baby
Plus stylish, sippin' on Bailey's Irish
My wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin' in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin'
Ho Ho Ho xxx
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[Verse 1]
I wonna keep you by my side
Tryina make you understand the feelings I have for you
Any day you are
a young man too
Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
I ain't finna tell y'all how I got away with this shit
Let's go
My mama gin' love this shit
Take off
Money, I'ma get it by any means
Gotta wake up
Booty rappers posin' as gunclappers get bitch smacked...need to switch
to bein'
actors image is all ya after ho galacta in the lip the clappers
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
on the ground steady for Black Lives Matter (Yeah)
Inhaled so much tear gas I’ll probably catch cancer (Look)
By the time I turn 40
Riot cops in Portland, man
Molly, ecstasy and Mary
Yea my bitches they stay high
I don't know if they write stories
But my bitches stay by
Give me head till I'm sleeping
Compliment
punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, I laughed in his face, spit
Bi- gave me
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
as I punch counter, in bunches out of anger
I once encountered a stranger in a dumb gown
Black hoodie with a scythe, shit, I laughed in his face, spit
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
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