fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks
Black is Gold is pure And true kings of this Earth. 1. So I say it?s up to us to straighten out this mess... We got to go through Hell... And then
you and me The way the story unfolds Defies gravity Don't have to put on my makeup I can leave out my contacts Don't have to dress up for you To think
shaked, and made eye-contact Partied and toasted strong, all that Northeast, Southwest coast I?m staring out the window No oppourtunity to mingle I tried to sew it up
before I step And now it's time to play Now tell me who is that girl See her standin 'cross the way Watch me mack with eye contact Watch her become my
Hial queen wah ih ni I.. can't...believe it Listen up people in the beacha Thus Phineas and Ferb and the backyard beacha Everyone gonna hear what he's
wish? Well it's finally answered, prick [Black Thought] Yo, Jam boy magic, Mr. Sarcastic Rap catalogue consists of all classics Blackness, tell your bitch to fall
until the def drum come as they come, when they come I said I rip some, tearin them up, a big up A whattup? A nigga, a so what, yeah put your bricks up
Black is gold is pure And true kings of this earth. 1. So I say it?s up to us to straighten Out this mess... We got to go through hell... And then that
je laisse faire les punk ass c'est pas serieux Fuck that j'ai des contacts ca ce voit que tu fumes du bon crack Pas besoin de gat je te fou une bonne claque Fall
got them Nike wearing hoes Ponytails in they hair sportin other bitches clothes Ruggish, thuggish, raggedy like them up at the type that Wakes up in
punk bitch get addicted clpis to your clips and if you playing the captain then you falling with ship let it be known I send a squad of killaz up inside
just was your man Now you dislike us cause you ain't in our plans I understand keep doing what you doing Give up or you'll be givin up a hell of a chance
my heart my art I spark Black markers written on walls, I'm standing so tall We ball - sometimes we fall Gotta get up, don't trip, Apostle Paul Speaking
more time Twenty one guns salute with all nines And I know it's on me to make sure that we all shine Gotta fall back, let the weed contact your mind