the kids and the wife You can test me if you wanna 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a hurricane Independent, black
keep ya head up Our lifesytle's be close caption, addicted to fatal attraction Pictures and actions be played back in the mist of mashin' No fairytales for this young black
steal her, yeah a crook'll have her throwin up the E once the D get to cookin in her (Eastside!) Yeah - so what's it gon' be? Golden black Joe Clark,
Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen This is a Jazze-phizzle produc-shizzle Jazze Pha, Jazze Pha Ho boy! Black, Black, give it to 'em, daddy Got
., I diddy bop and shop with Oprah Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed
black block of niggas that rock they hat cock I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black
pull you out the game, cause it's the thing that made you change, It ain't the money honey, lend me some money honey, Thought I was your heart before your black
, she felt on fire She'd do anything for him She'd do anything for him Oh, he was close as the label in a shirt Never left her side Oh, he would lace
Hide and seek, cloak and find All the colors in your mind Tied together, Sunday's clown Traced and feathered, laced and bound It's you now, yeah Everybody
kissin, touchin, lovin my body, the things you do to me You keep it true to me, all this shit ain't new to me I been messin with ballers kept me laced
need that rock" I couldn't take it so I had to go see him Stole my momma car and drove around all evening And when I found him, I thought that he would lace
force ones I like the all white high top straps with the gum bottom There's somthin' about 'em that's dirty that's why I got 'em I leave 'em strapped and laced
smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked I'm saggin my Karl Kani And two black guys when I get busy
up like you poppin' on the wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin' on the pill So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em (Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced
the facts Since the days of crack I been blazin' gats, tryin' to raise my stats Tracin' back, you could find me at a racin' track Laced in black, bettin
We pullin out without bustin, no, make no sense It's like d's lockin you up and don't take no prints Tell your man in the black van I like it when my