Songtexte:
Papa M Black Is The Color

: black is the color of my true love's hair her lips are like some rosy fair the purest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon she stands

loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip

we go hard, we go hard! Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] This is black hoodie rap, there's no fear in my eyes where they lookin at

dey run the race Nobody fit try you ?cause your beauty is endless Nevertheless, the black skin color is fadeless Now you know say Na your mama hey Na your papa

the night you'll say aii papa. I'm that chico that got a fetish with women Light skin red bones they blow my mind I'm that chico that'll get em and hit

made it and Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin' You sick to your stomach 50 percent is 50 Cent The other 50 percent is who's color skin it is Well, if you

I'm rippin' ain't really that hard See Jesus gives destiny to every child of God I'm battle scarred kind of raw but what did you, you think? No matter race religion or the color

Platinum toilet to take a ish Gold is OLD, and platinum is happenin' so whodi watch this [Chamillionaire] -Yeah, ay, it's Koopa Gotta green back, stack in my palm I come in Yukon black

the one and only Papa Smurf He said, ?This is our secret mushroom village!? I said, ?Then I?m the first to see these views?? He said, ?I?m only kidding