Lyrics:
them natives doin' a hot-lookin' skip
I parted the weeds and looked over the swamp
I seen them cats doin' the Ubangi stomp
Ubangi-stomp with rock
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The Club With Your Friends OH MY GOD This Guy's Great!
HOOK:
Nova The Native I'm Live Like The Tribe,
I'm Global Elite, I Walk With Three Eyes, (Global
better than that
You'll have to do better than that
Because it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat
Yea, you'll have to do better
a Buffalo Soldier
I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna
Never disrespect no women 'cause I love my momma
These cats be giving us praise but it
a native habitat) (understand that)
We all got to have (a place where something is discovered, founded)
To a place that we come from (developed
time, I want respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in them books
Tellin' you how us native tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes, gave
no parts in that
You style so pussy, last name should be Cat
We takin it back, like flea stacks and pylons
Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin' they
the native brother who keep asses steppin'
Make deep impressions and constantly be reppin'
When I was young I'd stretch gouch yo
Now I'm on Letterman,
the native brother who keep asses steppin'
Make deep impressions and constantly be reppin'
When I was young I'd stretch gouch yo
Now I'm on Letterman,
Until the grey day when the ship rats arrived
Now gone, native blackbird, my fantail, my fly-eater
Gone are the birds that once flew through the green
native soul
Hello hello hello
Down below
Don't take me for granted be satisfied and thankful
Hello hello hello
Down below
Had no idea where I was
going swimming in this bitch
I bought her CC, I bought her Loui, I bought her Telfair
I bought her Gucci, I bought her CC
I bought her Native, I bought
six pack alone cause grief, cats hatin
But I'm still in the Oldsmobile sittin on Dayton's
Still keep the fiber optic trunk vibratin
Packed in the club
that ass and see what I'm settin'
Born with this inside, you just can't get it
This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon
Who is the native brother
Ayo, I try to relax, max chill with my kid
Still cats getting shot in front of my crib
I try to chill
Think "man this ain't no way to live"
So I
And seen them natives doin' an odd lookin' skip
I parted the weeds and looked over the swamp
Seen them cats doin' the Ubangi-stomp
Ubangi-stomp with
everybody
I need your love, founder no bounce
Step by step, step by step, sweep me
Thoughts me cat on me
Catnip what you I mean opening
Window boyfriend no
the ship,
Seen them natives do an odd looking skip.
Parted the weeds and looked over the swamp,
And I seen them cats doing the Ubangi Stomp.
Ubangi stomp,
according to the sources
Somewhere in America some folks burning crosses (O kkk kay)
No grind no shine no blind no bliss
A lion is a cat does that make him
was broker than a vase, living like a pauper
Poverty followed me everywhere like a stalker
Native New Yorker, born in Brook'lawn
Grew up in Jersey where
to last
At the same time, I want respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in them books
Tellin' you how us Native Tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in
rent's a month late
Product of a North Carolina cat
Who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie
Who departed life just a little too soon
I'm an American man, this is my native land
Where no one lies about paintings
But that's not the case in France
Where the naked ladies dance and they
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