Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on Cocaine, cocaine to go Straight to your brain Hold on, I think the game is over Hold on and try again to feel all
Tulkojums: Black Box. Turiet Par.
I never let you down I'mma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard, I'mma ball on them squares, I flow Quarter-million
get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues
train Play chicken with the train train Unh huh huh, unh huh huh, yeah Hold 'em up! Here we go All the hicks and chicks feel the flow Big black train
door and floor match Got the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac Everybody know he a boss he gotta floss He on the same
, thank you, thank you, please hold your applause 'Fore I just apply logic keys, keys open doors Now I'm balcony, opera, black tux, binoculars, black
game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the cars that
stomach 'cause my tummy kinda aches Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait, back to the enemy of the state Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate Debate, now, even the black box hold
center of the? Oh, oh, oh If you driving in the street hold on to your seat Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat And if you see a shiny black
so much la' I saw a dead bird flyin' through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings and Ghana stay So I could get on
they step with that bullshit If you got a firearm, go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you reach I got a little friend on my shoulder
I could join but I didn't go yet Cool with the devil on my back, I'm in cold sweats 'Bout to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats If you known
still see what I'm sayin' And heavy is how I weigh in, niggaz love singin' sad songs About how bad they want to stay in, either hold out on basketball
loved And threw me in a box when she had had enough Now the light of day I no longer see She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be Accidentally tragic Victim of her black
play it aloud to the world. A little black box, yeah. A little black box, yeah. Little black box, Little black box, Little black box.
yo' name? Hot nix Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin' their dicks? Yo them same two drivin' your whip fuckin' your bitch Hold me down son, yo, I hold
beginning, revolution is coming See the bullets out the ruger spinning And we ain't gon' stand down, we gon' stand up Black man, black power, put your black
