Testi:
Black Tables

see you once more Turn black tables And your turning black tables And your making your head blur Making your head blur And your turning black tables And your turning black tables

if not, you better throw your hands in the air And prepare, to go to war with this here [scratched:] "kick the science" [D-Nice] I'ma - microphone teacher, plus the Black

head Hey black, hey black Can a nigga dick you down from the back Hey red, hey red Can a nigga get some head Hey black, hey black Can a nigga dick you

j'ai le vertige j'ai la main mise les yeux rives vers le ciel universel j'attends que mon etoile brille les ch'tons et les soucis j'les empile j'suis un all black

We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks I wake

get serious now Aiyyo Don, step to em again [Don Newkirk] Everybody.. MC Serch! [Verse Two: MC Serch] Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black Musta

be as black as Wesley Snipes I'm on first class flights heading towards Vegas Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players I roll a seven, cause we crap table

know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room I'm gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room I got some tables to serve, uh I got ears, you

you don't hear me though yo check this out my body collapse in the raps and snaps like a wild mongoose in a trap better watch your table manners boy