a long field of bleeding death And there was no sound at all And I moved fast to look around And I saw Stand beside me one another And the grounds steady Again & Again
Tulkojums: Black Lips. Atkal un atkal.
with the bomb, with the bomb Once again in the booty club Trying to get some milk Imma do what I gotta do, Imma be a bum Wanna touch, even wanna cut Down there like a butt Black
don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance,
I stay busy And her friends are cut throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper
day And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion And walkin' behind was a bay The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder And his lips, they
me down on MTV But it feels so empty, without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits And get ready
sure you ahead of the game Just ?cause I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn?t get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir Picture black
you when I'd go sleep, even dream Of fuckin you without a rubber, fillin your pussy with cream But when I wake and see you again, it be the same old shit
this and nothing more Hovering my pulse was racing, stale tobacco my lips tasting Scotch sitting upon my basin, remnants of the night before Came again
all that's within you Be my savior And I'll be your downfall There we go again Ashamed of bein' broken in We're gettin' off track I wanna get you back again
Can't get enough of your love [Too $hort] I was with these two hoes last night They was hooked on my dick like a glass pipe They ate each other out, again and again
I smoke they ass under the table The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin' again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa ceiling again
is the ghetto I've been down before, up is just a reach 'Cause my hood is the ghetto Catch a second wind, then begin again My hood is the ghetto Black
been down before up is just a reach Cause my hood is the ghetto Catch a second wind Then begin again My hood is the ghetto (Verse 1: Common) Black magic
is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been Inflicted again and again and again and again and
lips in between hips I'm a tall glass of water, who ready to take sips? Shit nigga this what we do Convict, Star Trak, Black J's who are you? No parents
Nigga Yo, the Abstract with the mighty Mos Def White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe I didn't say it But they'll say it out loud again
