high noon, Two men stood face to face. One wore black and one wore white, But of fear there wasn't a trace. Two hundred years later two hot rods drag race
in the sto' a nigga never get enough) I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now (Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up) And the
ass in a hospital Wrapped in a cast from head to toe This boy he real! Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills My car do wheelies they drive on
m from Dade County. See I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala DUNK ridah. I'll blow ya doors off. You race your car 'gainst my car, I'll leave your ass so
bust a dope rhyme All my homies died or caught the penzo Lost their diamonds, cops towed their Benzos Livin that life that we thought was it Fast lanin, but the car
Plies:] This for all my goons, reppin' on pills Speedin' to make me run in your crib Put they offer behind your wheel Monkey suit, black mask, city boy
squeal of a pot of boiling water. The skylight was glowing faintly with a vague hints of an impending dawn. The car raced along a painfully straight stretch
car You dont wanna bite than I roll in Phantom And Im straight from the south like David Banner ay A Juvenile but I know the G code yup Ten blacks so
, il est pret a me rosser de coups avec son joujou Toy's R us ! Vas-y frappe un black par terre Tout cela ravive en moi la flamme du Black Panther Tout
die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors [Verse 2: Sean Kingston] I'm from a world of different colors different faces Different slang different races
valeur comme un pain sans sa mie Bref, tout ca pour dire qu?en resume [en resume] Elle fait flipper la race humaine [elle fait flipper la race humaine
Mais de quoi tu m'paaaarles... (Refrain) Maitre Gims Cette bande de chiens voudrait voir toute ma race exterminee Y'a plus d'pitie maint'nant j'le
Mais de quoi tu m'paaaarles... Cette bande de chiens voudrait voir toute ma race exterminee Y'a plus d'pitie maint'nant j'le dis c'est clair c'est termine
late and I'm still rollin Real hoein, make a nigga pocket still swollin Still goin, black and white tip-toein' Flash in my playa's car (why you play so
that from a black his posse ran up I threw my hand up said let loose the gats they said were the type of boys that kill coons by the hour nigger one god one race
dicks Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt I'm black wit indian, my race should be mutt I cut with
ice-cold water all around me I can?t feel any traces of that other place In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river There?s a car all black
Smith big Will the high roller strolling through with an entoruage hard to camaflouge when you livin' this large I be smooth like debarge with a five car