Lyrics:
with the curve to her hips
Peng black girl with the books in your hands
Or the blunt
In
Her lip
That shit don’t mean shit
It’s like Peng black girl so
The story starts long time ago
The black men had the blues
Few years gone by, a few more tries
The swing was in our shoes
10 years later a new
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
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 moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
Black Insane on the Beat boy
Devi
Na co čekám
Na co čekám
Na co čekáš, jdi do prdele
Na co čekáš
Nebude líp boy, (Nebude líp) nebude líp
Jestli máš v
[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from
phone
I can't wait till I get it all black owned
Big lips
Fat ass
All real, no cap
Stay trill, that's facts
Black kids, follow yo black dreams
Big things,
bang! I, I dress to kill
Bang! bang! bang! I, I aim to thrill
Black eyes black lips
Black dye black hair
Black soul black blue, yeah
I'm dressed to kill
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
nights of being pegged by her stairin’ eyes!
(Chorus) Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck,
nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma
the gun to sin
Like an angel with the dirty wings
Tainted by tastes of the soul
This is another level (I need to love)
Deep in black roses
Dateless
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk
Baby and BG
The HB's with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy
Wait till you see us on TV
I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you
B.Geezy B.G. you's a junkie fo-sheezy
Boy ya' lips stay swole, black, sleezy and greasy
All that muthafuckin' reppin' on ganster murder weapon
You pimp
itself
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy
I run wit' Juvenile, BG, and Turk boy
And we the hottest, of the hottest
Of the damn hot
In helicopters with my
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
Converting chips to millions
Don't ask where my paper route
Dap you a pound nod ya head
Passing by
you know what I'm about
Juvenile, juvenile
thought I'd never be
As a juvenile I caught felonies
Kept a Scrooge face like I was Eberneezer
With a gun tucked for my enemies
Niggaz talk death and I'd
Time to act like you know now
I'm black and I'm back won't slow down
No, throw it all up watch it go down
Got it out the mud it's clean now
Black
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