| Walkin down the street White boy bangin his beats Rollin in a Expedition Knowin very well, He had to get permission Flawcin for a minute While trying to portray an image Seat layed back....One hand on wheel.... Tryin to improve his sex appeal Walkin down the street Ghetto white girl bangin her beats Sittin on her front steps She'll see a black man to fuck perhaps Screaming for attention While trying to portray an image Legs spread....Tits out.... Thinkin ghetto is what black is all about Walkin down the street Bangin MY beats Words taking over my body and mind Music production got me hittin rewind Feeling the mood taking over my body Messages directed at me Opening up and make me feel free Walkin down the street Got my head boppin' Black people lookin at me 'Cause I'm Hip Hoppin! Head held high 'Cause I portray an image of self This shit to me is like improvement of health Walkin down the street All different types and sizes Hard to see them mold together Like Halloween; We all wearin disguises Take off my mask; You'll find all types of surprises! When my color is stripped And the inner soul rises Walkin down the street When you see me pass Don't look at my shell 'Cause the inside is vast Maybe I can teach you a lesson or two It's not all that odd That you can feel me And I can feel you |
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| I don't give a fuck Mother Fucker tryin' to tell me who or what Mixing in my business or tryin to voice their opinion Like they have dominion I'm just tryin to be a civilian Not a soldier in the army of religion I don't give a fuck 'Cause once it's over it means nothing Won't live my last days enslaved I'll be forever puffin' Puffin' on a tree 'Cause that's what's gonna make me live long And create long lasting peace among Creatures of many varieties, sexes, races, and songs I don't give a fuck like Mr. Billy Club in your face Still living happily ever after together like Case It don't matter what you think when you're wearing the left shoe on the right Opposite feet and sizes Like comparing a heterosexual with a dyke I am not you, and you are not me We may have some similarities, but there's more than one type of bee Our differences are very vast when you're comparing a worker to a Queen So, leave me in bliss as I have my babies While you grovel at my feet In marvel, looking up at what's Haley's I don't give a fuck what I look like I don't give a fuck what you think I don't give a fuck what the world's view When it's all said and drained down the sink |
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| Whenever I get mad at you I do more than fuss and fight That's true But there's something here that your at fault That makes my inner rage lash out This crazy feeling in my head That makes me want either you or me dead Control has got away from me And that's a problem of mine, you see But if our kindred spirits flame My problem is not solo 'Cause when we go out to face the world You see both of us rockin' polo. My love, my heart, my soul mate I need your help in this The secret buttons that you push That make the atomic bomb blow And the earth go capish I recognize my problem I apoligize for all the pain I made you feel this way I pray I'm pure by amazing grace Please don't take it personal My intentions are not bad Just frustration and a broken heart Turned to hatred from sad I want you in my world for life We're the envy of all eyes I ask you just to work with me And keep these family ties. I love you.... |
| Apologies |
| Fuck What You Think |
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