that I dress Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's So what you're tellin
2 Here we go My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels, a baby grand piano Lighting a hop, smoking a cig, strumming on a banjo The son of man's a song
get a hit from my buddha blessed. Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best. I like my pockets fat, never ever flat. Niggas wanna jack, my
mother talib kweli and this is how we do man hate it or love it guess who fresher than i d dies red and black lumber jack 45 in his levis he has his
gutter Observe the terms that we trade with one and other Like what's good, what's poppin', what's crackin' What it is, how you livin', what's happenin' Work songs
get off Big dogs that trick off just get sent off They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off It's real yo but still yo, it's love here And it's
's on the mic It's P.E. it's on you, brother what'chu wanna do? (Whattup?) Brother tell me, if it's on, it's on Hard rhyme when the rebel is on the mic
just tend to keep my city there on my back boy, holla back boy half a mill rap touring, Jarrett Jack boy Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and
not about profanity But racism let's me lose my sanity It's a sin it's a sin that's born within I know it's wack they're trying to kill the black So
Kitt Transformation Turn into the car Kitt Transformation It's Michael A.K.A. slick rick the ruler you alright? Transformation Let's go Put my seatbelt
song I sing Real bitches do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real bitches do real things Hanging with the niggas is the song I
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more
for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap
's suing 'cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation
god look at that, turn it up please Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees Somebody took a black thing and went thump That's terrible we heard about
preacher preaching a sermon I been learning how to sing along with the dead man's song He's got an X in his head so I know what side he's on And brain
preacher preaching a sermon I been learning how to sing along with the dead man's song He's got an x in his head so I know what side he's on And brain
the wack diddie wack Fooled the black, left us faded King and chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the