Lyrics:
rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm
boss step inna Parliament
Every ghetto yute ah get a house and a benz
Every child molester dem ah get a rope and a heng
Juvenile nu hsleep a road, we
abolished it was just redesigned
Don't be twisted by the black on black crimes
Revolution will be live and not televised
[Bridge]
You wanna be a slave or you
Black black
Black black
King
Skin Black
Come feel that
Rock a bandana like Tupac
I been that
Rock a durag or wave cap
I lay my shit
(Yo, double, A,
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
on my lip
Mustache
Yea I'm tired of being broke
Yea see you later bye-bye
Tired of seeing doors open
Seeing paper fly by
My my want to see heads turn
Put it on the tab cause the nigga bout to spaz
Uh, black diamonds and Cuban links
It's not what I have, it's just what I dream
If I had one wish, it'd
go (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Traffickin' birds like Nino (ayy)
We leave him lost like Nemo (ayy)
All-black attire, emo (ayy)
Short time to live like chemo
and hypnotized, jaded by the memories
He just turns his back
Life just fading to black
Lies, I've seen this story before
I want truth, 'cuz I've been kicked
AS I Shift Thru the Change
Lyrics by Chelsea Reject
Chorus
Ya ya ya yaaa
Ya ya ya yaaa
A a a a
Tell me what you want from me.
Tell me what you want
the wishing well
My innocent eyes look deep into the evil of their souls
They are judged by the child of the chaos emeralds
From the lips of a child prophet
watchin me with recorders
My name Christian cooper, a bird connoisseur
Got my life put at risk by a white womans lips
Watchin birds in the trees
Thought she
Going out for a late night
Sky's black and it feels just right
Not scared that we could die
Diamonds on our fist if we wanna fight
Putting on our
Red, Black & Blue
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider
This is my new big stick policy, straight from my lips, to your ears.
This is my new foreign policy,
with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
yeah, sip, sip
Don't talk back, don't do lip-lip
Butterfly door, I got a four by, four by, four by, four by, four by, four by
Black Ops three, gotta kuda,
Ms. Ebony!
Beautiful skin that shines in the light
Goddess by day, Goddess by night
Ms. Ebony!
I love your skin, I love your soul
When you got black
some mimosas
But when I get closer she tell me she goes to shows, now listen closely
Salut! Drink until my face is black and blue
Tippin’ the waitress
your mind
c lit fag wet between her lips
She's out to troll the world
cnd stub her butt into the ashtray of its soul
Shaft 'em sweethearts, nice
dudes talking bout hoes boasting
I was just a Juvenile, moving in slow motion
I dropped out of school to be a dude with mad jewelery
Once I got it,
the moral is don't be colored blind
R.I.P to Mat, yea Cuzo was my Loc
We ain't loose one to me Gigga we lost both
You get black balled by every label across
Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
I just want to say I got love for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn't
Black men don't cheat, you was blessed with the mouth
Them smooth lips bring addiction, I be digging it out
You make a nigga talk country, like I'm
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