: (Phone ringing) (Fifty) Aww man...who the fuck is callin'?.. I don't even wanna answer this shit...Hello? (Man on phone) Whattup nigga it's Black
Her, She Aight With Me, Be My Part Time Loverr... [Verse 2] Girl Your Ass Fat Like Joe, You Real Sweet Like Ja Say Some Fly Shit And Ima Black Your Fuckin
mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets
up at my club dates (go and talk shit I'll) shut you up with duct tape This is goin' out to DJ's with vinyls For every hip hop head-black to albino Record
and wanna show up at my club dates Go and talk shit I'll shut you up with duct tape This is goin' out for deejay's with vinyl For every hip hop head, black
done saved me, up three-nothin and Salt Lake City Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in em Brocolli blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin Meet the black
was Latin It happened uptown, broad day, right in Manhattan I was shoppin' with my home girl, Leona with acne? But you know what, Flaco meets Lolita Flew
even a nigga, you know? The person who actually kicked everything off was Joe 3H from Capitol Records. He wanted to sign me really bad. [Joe:] "We gonna
s moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets
everybody knows that you live forever Ah when you've done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton For
, checkin? themselves out Tweeters in the trunk, helpin? the twelves out The speakers on bump, the rappers on acne This track is what would happen if the rastas meet
my brain Slides over liquidated grains of asphault caught cranial calluses Over analysis leads to paralysis, mediocrity my nemesis Try to fuck every radical feminist I meet, call it engage and defeat That's the reason why black
't spray Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!) [Chorus] Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black
man cry till I seen a man die Balong, balong, balong, whoa whoa whoa! [Chorus] Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime
oaktown I called Randy Olson on the telephone Early in the mornin but he still ain't home So I called Ant Banks to see what's up He said meet me at the
that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets
