love man, yeah, yeah, yeah, I am a love man.... I'm a hootchie cootchie man And I'm doing all I can, I just love to tease, I would do anything to please
(like) [Chorus:] If my hood could talk If my hood could talk If my hood could talk(she would say) [repeat] I love to smoke and I love to drink And yeah
knife's like chyeah Fuck the world we can fight right I don't scare from beer no more nightmares here not a tear I was strighter than the white man's
to Northern soul Just one glance, oh everybody knows There she goes, a little heartache Man there she goes, a little pain Make no mistake She sheds her skin like a snake
door But whatever it could be, makes you think you've seen me before Angelina Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina His eyes were two slits that would make a snake
to catch, The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched. Could be the Fuhrer Could be the local priest. You know sometimes Satan comes as a man
mystery .. [x4] "Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" [x3] "Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery "Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man
chariots of fire that came into the sky. And these beings got out of them, and they walked like a man but they had reptilian features. They had snake-
I'm Atoms Fam to the bone marrow fuck a soul, even God knows this body is hollow you love New York, but New York don't love you you're just a toy with
[Verse 1] Dress don't impress me (uh) Ain't no love, your death won't affect me How dare you? Think I fear you Or won't retaliate, Nigga, bring it to
of Heaven's scent As sick and twisted as it is For Her corset laced with arsenic Hides snake curves within Her midst Whilst Her halo of white lies supplies
debonair Her greater plan All chaos and the all of man For as she fed dark appetites She bred her children there The spawn of love and war Presiding
time For rolling on the silent gloves Daytime, nighttime, anytime is the right time Stealin' round and makin' some love... White skin women keep me howlin' for more Brown skin honey, I love
Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks For the love that why their uncle
trees in a forest Sell the yard some grass Sell the future to the past A blind man some glasses Miles to a car Cigar some ashes Sell wool to a sheep Dead man
cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington The Hidden Hand even planned this man Have me goin