Lyrics:
Black lives matter
Oppressed by the system
Cricket politicians
Tell me what would God
Now everybody listen
Dear Mr. Officer officer
I can't breathe
he listed in the Antrim rifle corps all you who listen to me ode
Do the thing that's right going home tonight with the girls along the road
Brown
Miss Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Macky's back in town
Miss Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Macky's back in town
Heh Heh
Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
Right there boy goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record
Just look at George Floyd
look at Emmett
They slaughter kids
Father to my lil boy he got the right to live
The Judging by the skin
They wildin out
Yeah
We turning up right now
We turning up right now
We turning up right now aye aye
These niggas ain't real
These niggas ain't built like me
And I'm
regardless
You want to know have I ever been arrested?
Mr. Mean the felony of domestic
So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it
Did time for
brown sugar
Babies around the world oh, yeah, I see you
You still got it, baby
You know I'm knockin' with these hands
Right? Let me make you a drink
I'm
, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
on me
Lil mama hot like some fire
When you drop, open wide
I’ll keep you by my side
Baby
Keep it between you and I
I’ll keep lovin' you right
White boy
war with a Brown skin?!
Who wants war with a Black Kid?!
Tell me nigga!
Who want war with a Black Kid?
Shout to my dawgs, by far we got that gold skin
clock
Clock strike one and culture come back
And tell dem Mr. Cat a me responsible fe dat
Me talk de brown, purple, white and black
Me talk fe bald head
why why
I'm a bad boy, they call me Mr. Z
Punching all these boys have them running after me
I'm a bad boy, they call me Mr. Z
Punching all these boys
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul
Mr. Mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
but yer too late in askin'
Mr. Peabodys' coal trains hauled it away"
Well, sometimes we travel right down the green river
To the abandoned old prison
a big vibe you got damn right
I’m smoking blu cru bout to take Nip flight
The city on my shoulders bout to see new heights
That boy Josh on his Black Boy
Oohhhh
Introduce (introduce)
Mr. (Mr.) Three (yep) O (yep) Five'
Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [Repeat x4]
This for the boy who went
eyes!) Rise, yes I come to (Sterilize)
Mr. Parasite, I got your big surprise
Mad effective as you vision my perspective, hot shot
Look at what you got,
and rollerskates)
(And rollerskates, and rollerskates)
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
I Took Baltimore bags
That came from Ocean Drive
Saved a little for my white boys
In Poquoson right
I Got it set up from Hickory Grove
Out
Yeah, HoodKlik dot com, Trinity, Siddie
Introducing Keysha Brown, On De' Grind enterprise
Come Ride for Me
Oou, yeah, Ride for me, Cry for me Die for
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