Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops
I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars
Live from the lamont's rose
Whilst i glide with black crows,
They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,
Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words
Two times for the chicks with the right bag
Never be found. stuff you in a black
Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back
Looking through her soul looking really black
I'm about to snap
While i freakin' spit black
We kung-fu that jack black/
She always comin back
Yeah, the sex in the sack
Who happens to be black
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