just a black man trapped in this white world I'm just a black man trapped in this white world I'm just a black man trapped in this white world I'm just a black
Übersetzung: Master P. Black And White.
fight with this white kid today at school. P: Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting? Kid: But he called me a nigger. [Master P] I'm just a black
m even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom
mon, say what?) See me, only me (yeah, I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P
black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it's at now? Them little blacks hands
mind? (i dont really think so) I guessed them goals that we set in the day, they actually came to be. (yup yup) but now I'm lookin at a black white paper
: Greetings, earthlings. Take me to your leader(Ooh Shit!) Chorus: repeat 2X D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked
it And find out how hard I gotta work ya I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it [backwards 2X] (Come on) Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white
me? You get no tax from me I got whites native and Mexican and blacks with me I'm tryin' to get up there with Master P. pass the D. Cause that's the
Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang [Interlude: Masta
growin back ya skin? When I was young, I was taught how to produce the science of babies gettin loose I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce Black
search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It?s your fremme neppa venette It?s your fremme neppa venette (Come on) Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white
got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that
them dimes, but in hindsight Almost turned on my family for the limelight And I'mma go see God when the times right They say the purly gates white but my President black
Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog comin' up, I'm staying low Pro-black and
