Now she's black, your baby's been had Now she's black, your boy's been had, black! Now she's black, your silly boy's been used up Now your baby's all
, it's not a game know I'm saying The world is crooked, my niggas is straight [J-Doe] My nigga, it's time to make this shit known S Dub, V is finally
it's not a game know I'm saying The world is crooked, my niggas is straight [J-Doe] My nigga, it's time to make this shit known S Dub, V is finally
t say nigga, nigga please All ah need is incredible trees n bigger keyz Ah slide through da p's Neck like mr. t's N it's 99 degrees but ma wrist on freeze
s for you darlin, let's go and sit a while When we sat down she told me that she liked my style Oh really now? This girl wasn't playin games Give out
That Benz is how I ride Black flag on the left, two hoes And right you better, move! AK all day Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my niece I'm B.I.G
im askin how could u expose everythin we had now i gotta go inside the little black bag i bet he'll be back tryna wave tha white flag nigga-nerve
about to do is? (yeah) what's that wayne? Exactly (listen) what they can't do! True that! Hay we's the number one stunna ha Bow Weezy(speak) I spit two hundred now
s that wayne? Exactly (listen) what they can't do! True that! [Verse 1: Bow Wow] Hay we's the number one stunna ha Bow Weezy(speak) I spit two hundred now
to her shows ?bout a 100 goons Its blacks this, black that, black car, black flags I really hope that's money that ya'll got off in them black bags 808's
a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time [Rick Ross] Triple C, Black Flag We rich, yeah [Khaled] Listen! [Rick Ross] Boss, it's what I does I
there'll be shots on TMZ, of me givin her mouth-to-mouth, Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her, I drop two black cars I named 'em Malcom
Or there'll be shots on TMZ, of me givin her mouth-to-mouth, Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her, I drop two black cars I named 'em
, they kinda feelin that We in dough, they kinda feelin that One million, two million, three Ten million that's all on me Ricky ross, triples C's be good Black flag
and ten we comin' for your money [Chorus:] See red when I sleep Got a red lambo twenty two's on the feet Catch a red eye private jet That's me red room
out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real *****s for life, the rules of the G NWA got the D.R.E [The Game] We not S.T.A.R.'s We don't put stars
