like nike down looking breezy But I can't stop for no ho mang All they wanna do is hop In the lexus sitting on gold thangs with the cocaine White paint
a natural pick It's like Darwin's theory, but y'all don't hear me Strong is how they skim me Never with the gimme-gimme Bottle water or a shot of Remy
me The all city opinion spicket leaky You learn more when your mouth piece retreat, it's bliss Now listen to this...oh OK All day every day, oh all right, all
closed Sleepers all waked The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape [Illogic] [overlapping Aesop, fading in and out] Now with my trusty paperclip I picked
Giant] I spit stress on tracks, givin all y'all hard time So live, swing through par fives with one stroke Catch you on a quiet note, without your platoon
around Make some plans then come back and attack We went to school and we told the gang We all met up the next Saturday Armed to the team with BB guns
the Don Wan with Don Johnson jacket's on With a Buttafuco to pick up your mom You'll get crammed in your dishwasher with your head jammed in Dancin' on
I am rough kid Chorus: Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob uh-uh Black Rob We Are Black Rob
and then there was one with sharpened grin a home I was never meant to find. the wound was exposed and I fell in a curse I was blessed with as a child
eyes, these are the days of our livez See tha murda mortalise, see tha murda mo, these are the days of our livez These are tha dayz of our livez, these
could wonder Surround by sound knocking like thunder, flossing my 2000 Hummer Now all the freaks that use to high side, want me to dig out they womb And all
ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood running in the sheets Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway Bring all the guns, the
just ain't all you hoped (go head) Daddy with me, I bet you had it with me Betty help me with the hook and she come naturally [Chorus - (with male voice
pipers Later that night, I hit the club, flick my Bic Pick a chick I could creep with, my life, in containment Still sell drugs, with three arraignments
Finger's behind me So never you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin My pistols are loaded and cocked
gradin u with tha letter 4 I mean the letta F-O U R try ta say that u a G I'm like OGHH u are don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know u BOII don
she took the frame Saw the note by the telephone And I knew right then I was all alone Took two martinis in a Flintstones cup Before I had the nerve to pick
Now, Chester, I think you've got it all wrong. There's nobody that old. [Chet:] Yeah, Les, I remember when you worked with my brother, with Fred Waring
