I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I
I'm not talking about the kind of clothes she wears Look at that stupid girl I'm not talking about the way she combs her hair Look at that stupid
I'm givin' you a piece of my mind. There no charge of any kind. Try a very simple test. You should just retrace your steps. And think back, back
Under my thumb The girl who once had me down Under my thumb The girl who once pushed me around It's down to me The difference in the clothes she
angry teenagers whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone
Cause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that shitty You should see when I'm stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting Push the whip, see me rolling,
angry teenagers Whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Grace the cover of Rolling Stone
were in this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas Roll
it wasnt for rap Embraced the gat or maybe raised to be racist who may have never Got to see our faces, graced the cover of Rolling stone pages Broke
Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin
I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers. Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy. Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers, Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy, Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that