stacks of cool-out you know we pull the smoke tool out I give props to Bluenote and Black Jazz Impulse* CTI records and Plusga Verve to Milestone Atlantic and
and git somethin How will you make it if you never even try You need to git up, git out and git somethin Cuz you and I got to do for you and I [Cee-Lo
a vet Bet that, 300 carats the average up on the neck, black Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black
And tell me that it's random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning And a new fitted and some
week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning And a new fitted and some job opportunities that's lucrative And sold your dreams
: (feat. Talib Kweli) [Talib Kweli: imitating Samuel L. Jackson in "Pulp Fiction"] Yeah, we gon' be a bunch of little Fonzi's And y'all all know what
like me The ununited states gives a fuck about your Bachelors Degree So black people if we embarrassed ya Sorry but our character is Newly and grimed and
a stiiick (stack) scrape dat new shit off da riike (rack) just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback) da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black) and
that confuse kindness with polite play My bitch got two midgets in the bra And a nose like a vacuum She chillin' the Snow White way Fuck Forbes Fuck Money till they put some black
when I'm taking a big hit I spit game all night, my mind ain't been right Y'all dudes ain't that tight, I put it in black and white I'm sick of rappers
i fell asleep and i had a dream, it was all black, everything say something, say something, all black everything, all black everything, yeah all black everything, all black
Jackson, we love you dog [Redman (Faith)] Hey! I wake up, open my eyes, and light the aroma And then I get my, ahh-stretch up and mornin yawnin Yeah,
like to fuck every day, every night I like to fuck when it's wrong, when it's right I like to fuck if she's black, if she white I like to fuck if it's
Break bread, with the 'Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch Black Rob joined the Mob, it ain't no replacin him (Black Rob, I see you) Niggaz step up, with just Mase and
't gonna get you nuthin' but choked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke So, the only thing left now is God for these cats And
I got a console full of ammunition and funds Mink roc a wear and some guns Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo packs and Bo Jackson And air maxes, throw
mo persistence, I want to thank Ice Cube and Michael Jackson(?), Keep 'em away huh, something might happen, this is the making of a masterpiece, so we broke out the chains and
game nigga where Hosted on the block In the black ass In that all black phantom hug a block like a bear Yeah That V12 is roaring Flying through the city with the pedal to the floor and