Black is black I want my baby back It's gray, it's gray Since she went away, Ooh-Ooh What can I do 'Cause I-I-I-I-I'm feelin' blue If I had my way She
to the Stock away 'Cause I know how to hold that shit Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit Give 'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit
my little sister (Put down the gun) {YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?} {YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony
that Cocaine parties, like the 70?s I cater that You know what fame is? Sittin with the women of your dreams and forgettin? what her name is You know what pain is
know I speed Minus the busing, Keano Reeves Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great T-H-C, Tony the Tiger
is vialed in, whats up? Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice
, they eat those Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin' [Chorus] Hey man it's rough outside Crack heads is buyin' all night Handguns is
no cut Your coke is flyest, what's up Y'all beefing over little shit, We sniff the balance quick up In a plane or a penthouse Office or a warehouse Tony
size of Little Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm runnin' in, my first instance Is to return 'em the time is now warfare and pull
strong cuz his life is now over I flash back to the heathens that he roll with They shot him up and down nobody knows shit My peers, little ears Came
kept hid under the black fences Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little Though they
kicked, sick of being called a black bastard) Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low) and our hats backwards (These cops is
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] (2x) Stlyes: Can't stop, won't stop Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami Move like little black
check it, she had a tiger for a pet I'll never forget, the restaurant is where we met And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak I used to fuck
superstars, livin gods, is what we are Town to town, dick em' down, that's how we do it baby Under covers we wear rubbers cause catchin AIDs is crazy
There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform On crenshaw and exposition God was born He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight Me
