this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought I got that shit DOWN PAT Check hold on hold on let me hit that [inhales] (Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Got that Thought
you hoe! (oh yeah me true true) You can be down too! ***** Yo yo, whatever to that I got this thought shit right here yo, black thought I got that shit
Traduzione: De La Soul. Weed # 3 - Pensiero Nero.
got this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought I got that shit DOWN PAT Check hold on hold on let me hit that [inhales] (Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Got that Thought
I control mine [echo] Time to take you back into time Follow this here One way out This black hole For this black soul Shit is outta control
3: Emilio Lopez] It's eleven p.m., I'm gettin' my dick sucked by my BM Got seat car lights, and now I'm at the window peakin' It's Ap... I thought that
duckin his mows [? ] Street influences doin this since 12 years old but oh... [Choru] [Verse 3:] So I'm back ya'll Back from black ball Back with the
momma never told me to mold me But her soul is so golden the way she flossing And I ain't mad at their secrets though It's a hard sell to tell a young
? I'm a Soul Jah" Stand for something or fall for whatever When we ride out, we ride together, let's get busy [Verse 3: Rock] I always been a Boot Camp soldier, even though
that I go Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast Fuck that I'm ridin Wearin all black wit a hard
means ill wax it Slam it in my pocket, buy weed, don't try to knock it So give me a break, not check 1 2 3 Vanilli Shake is thru And here comes the Chi
in the rain. Ghetto pain and windows crack. The fist is like a symbol for black Can tell the real by how the interact In the middle of whack my soul
[Chorus 3x] I don't need no iron I'm already creased I don't need no money I got mouthpiece [E-40] Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me
Get my point across clearly) You don't know, do you? [D-Wyze] (Check the word life, because it's real) [VERSE 3] I gotta keep that black soul in me Went
da hustle from each year, I see it clear, Silent cries and dark nights, it's alright, Sparking weed all night, my heart cries, Black hoodies and black
to everyone he was evil A fever minded young man with infinite potetial The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
between and ask the Lord "Please let me make it thru this struggle" even though it's hard Jealousy got us hatin it, wantin to kill each other though What
