as a youth I was laundering the stoop Underneath the nose and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns
Many faces, there's some I know And some know me from buying cases Cash stacks, shorties peepin' Is she Puerto Rican or half black Puff, puff give, I
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talking, Mayweather
Something that he picked up from a kid His wife remembers well the man she knew Seems the dreams she had have all turned black and blue She's wasted
stick to hustlin' Concentrate on paper and let the shorties do the bustin' While I motivate on power moves, you live be coward rules Singin' the blues
see it I got about fifty grand in my mouth, you see it I represent for my nigga named Screw, you see it Some niggas claim red, some claim blue, you see
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black Criminal thoughts in the blue
gettin' they dome split, I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas, And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger >from quarters to keys
judge turns deaf when you try to tell your side cause you ain't blue eyed Boy you better duck cause the book is comin' and hand your car keys over to
dead Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red 'Cause most niggaz get got In either L.A., Compton or Watts Pissed-off black human beings So I think
minutes straight to Frisco Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee baby Me an' 40 Water in the big body Mercedes Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black Coupe None
, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue eyed Boy you better duck, 'cuz the book is comin' So just hand your car keys
The blues that he'll compose will thrill you From your head to your toes He called his song, black rhythm 'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon The keys
that my nigga's the shit Black on black, step out the house with a suit and a tie soon to die, black on black Scratch a mack, scratch a jack, matter
knees I got to get out of London park Straight as a crow waiting for my treasure at the lottery Blues in my pockets rain on the fair the weighs Are buildin' blacks
slow and careless now They've turned blue and mean And the parrots sound like monkeys Screamin' from the trees As the decent people Fumble for their keys
tryin' to stop wars Coward nigga lock your doors I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it With the glock 4 and show ya'll what a mouth's for I got black steel, blue