niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black
left me for some euros Took my whole flavor, I call her Coke Zero We were co-MVP's like Kobe and Shaq Left me for the Heat, we were winnin back to back
though Before you get tossed like a forward lateral We never tattle, let God handle that Or let the mob handle that, No soprano Half Black, half white Im a piano
they keep the crabs at No Geico, no Aflac, nothing to fall back on But the streets where ni**as cussed out the police and sold they're crack on Better known as back
t move, don't brake, don't lose, don't sleep Light passin', light fashion, life happens that fast, party done Black hands up and prayer Black guns up
the sire But weren't able to borrow my intro with two black gloves and a yard of piano wire [Madchild] That's when i come back in attacking rapidly
Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas
G watch He reached down for his drawers, thats' when I let off a shot Back the fuck up, snatched his covers Had 'em looking like the black Adam and Eve
clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back
, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical taking you back I live a charmed life, we going back in the years Imagining if my whole world what
flexin and expecting me to wanna flow I don't play that the only way that i will be playin as if I pay back you wanna play back so what you sayin You
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife Over in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano
mothers, but we twins in this shit Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back (White-black) And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac
go go go go go I'ma tear it up (Bobby Velentino verse 1) Excuse me miss but sexy can I Take you to my crib Make love on my piano Yea you know me lil'
your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin' at my door Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash You can't clean, tell 'em black He don't know
never slackin', man, zippin' in the black Range Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man One time, know a got a knack to get that change Leader of the black
Black hoods, cops 'n projects Sewers flooded with foul blockage The gutter's wild and every child watches Changin top locks with ripped off hinges Doors