do seven dots when dice are swang, so sense in me gambling We just crap out Maybe they would listen to me, if I pulled the strap out Like 'give me everything, or I'm a black
the drama Bring it nothin' but tough shit You could put this on yo mama Nigga I'm gonna make you love this Me and DJ Heist shootin' dice in the back of
The Dice Like When I Did On Brackland And Lil' B The Dopeman And Lil' Sold Crack And Crack, Man Humilitation To The Black Man, Black Man My Momma Smoked
wind blow But I'd like to thank you, Jesus Christ For givin' for givin' up Your life for us Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice Advice from a
: Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life? Who, are you to tell me if it's black or white? Mama, can you hear me? Try to understand. Is innocence
and the faith we?re bringing Into the real world Into the real world Well tonight I just wanna shout I feel my soul waist deep and sinkin? Into this black
: [Intro:] Gangstas paradise, it nuh nice, watch'it(watch'it) [Verse 1:] This is gangstas paradise, yeah! life is Not a game of checkers or a dice
! Oh! Well I never! Was there ever A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees! He is quiet and small He is black From the ears to the tip of his tail
sleep is the enemy Stay still be calm relax screw that pull the alarm Make the waves roll the dice suck the life beat on the brat Cut the crap turn the white black
m trappin on ham like a thanksgiving dinner And bringin a drummer like I'm mr. thansgiving nigga The game it's switched up In white winter black So gimme
t beat Lady see us Se baja los panties Put em down Put em low Put em slow Throw em at me baby I'll catch em I'm a pro Puerto Rico Oh! Black people Oh!
can never get a hold of Baby took a load off And then she strolled off Whistling Hummin' Thumbin' a ride "Driver won't you take me to the other side?" I'm a book A poem By Leonard Cohen Son of the dice
want the pretty ones Maureen and Stan at the skating rink Looking for the drummer who threw up in the sink Laughing and singing, dressed up like dice
How I wish that there were more Than the twenty-four hours in the day 'Cause even if there were forty more I wouldn't sleep a minute away Oh, there's black
blank tape Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice Good to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick dice Go to parole off of two in stolen
green is green White is white, nigga we buyin if the price is right So (*scratch*) drop the mics Everything's on cock, from the shots to the dice We are
trust me there just aint one dress-I-missed Know for a fact what your cupboard possesses So why do you need 20 little black dresses? Compliments are like rolling a dice
baby your a classic like a little black dress you're a faded moon stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) and ohh baby your a classic like a little black