ain't happy here My mama said, she can't handle him But still, I'm looking at the bright side But I view it through my other eye, 'cause it's a different color
have a choice Your peoples go to college, mine peoples go to court Yo peoples was born with money, my peoples was born broke Yo peoples lived in mansions, my peoples
to get set it I was too late And then I remembered they were still probably at dinner And anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody
got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all Ingrid, Viva, Little Joe, Baby Jane and Eddie S. But you better call us soon before we talk ourselves
Try and think of something colorful for this season Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away
steady pilin taggs up lolo b stuntin likr wat gone back it up i play it cool but it sucks when you no I hate so called people aint your people no more
they messing with your mind Black maybe???? [Common Talking] When we talk about black maybe We talk about situations Of people of color and because you are that color
man it's a cryin shame.. .. how people use, the juice in vein - you hear me mayne Pimp juice is color blind You find it work on all color creeds and kinds
serving 'em Niggas talking 'bout taking my paper Won't be the first of 'em Only receive these teardrops Is the ones who getting work with 'em I put my people
Talking bout the ghetto funky funky ghetto Trying to survive, trying to stay alive The ghetto The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto) The ghetto The ghetto
", Hell nah half way i'll meet yah tell yah stomach, I got a bag of ticks i'll treat yah Different colors in my chain, oo count thing people hatin on
dame, understood Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed by the lack of class, sat in the back of class but passed with flying colors with
talk to girls or write a rhyme 'cause I didn't know All times are black man's times When I was young my mama told me stories Of black peoples' fight
so haters start dissin but steady reciting my lyrics all with my dick in they mouth they swallowin talking bout they need oxygen people need to know Choclair
my skin Wiping out the traces of the people And the places that I've been Teaching me that yesterday was something That I never thought of trying Talking
Saturday in the park I think, it was the fourth of July Saturday in the park I think, it was the fourth of July People dancing, people laughing A man
fuck about a killin' 'Cuz I'm still in effect when you're illin' terrorist I terrorize like an assassin Yes, I'm trespassin', your ass I'm harassin', huh Talk
where she was at, imagine that Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories Felt like an angel had been sent to me She lived from nigger to colored