gon' show it up [Verse 3] I got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shit Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government White-on-white
before we skated and shit Yeah, ya'll niggas know we skated early Disguised ourselves as the cidic Jews and even left my sideburns curly Bounce to Mexico and spend some pesos And
empty, without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits And get ready, cause this shit's about to get
, To do Black Music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) There's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge But no matter
eyes and the mind unstable He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard Cranking up the volume
We prove them suckers right and I got the blues America... Get busy, Humpy The red, the white, the blue and The blue and the red For Clips and Bloods The white
the beds were when your babies are born And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin But the kids just watch the storm I saw a black cat tease a white
the reason we stressin I miss that gangsta lovin and that lil affection And butter soft lips when you kissin my chest and Mary I put nothin above you, And
of golf balls yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and park and
a .38 Magnum 16 bars of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em Murder any MC throw 'em in that white wagon Let him die and come back look at 'em he white flaggin
a black tee Gucci Mane, lil flair got a million dollar mouthpiece Black Tee, black rag, even got a black mask Leavin out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag Black
wife and his children, Who burn the fires and who still till the earth. And when I search a faceless crowd, A swirling mass of gray and black and white
brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and
and I douse with gas Now who's cleaning up trash? Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Get my black rag
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 Jax and Air Maxes, throw back