(Yeah) I?ve been working Yeah I?ve been working all night long Yeah I?ve been working, working til the break of dawn I feel so tired right now Yeah in
Black Maria, you scare me so I feel as though my heart stopped dead You're a liar, this I know I watch you go around my head Oh, I'm going down slow,
black and white Black and white, black and white, black and white I'll believe it When I see it in black and white Black and white, black and white
my jabos, cocked my straps watcha back You know where you at? You in urban combat So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert Puttin in work,
Really hopin' you don't blow it, so bring it You're tired, boring, you're sore, boring You worked all day, boring, whoa-oa-oa-oa Big boat, boring Black
me down on MTV But it feels so empty, without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits And get ready
threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin
talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there? Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers Puffin' Smokey the bear Shinin' black
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it, I need a glass of water Boy, oh, boy, it?s good to know ya Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang
Gettin my dick sucked, fuckin hoes left and right Workin hard to blow up, now you wanna show up With your stretch mark titties and pussy lips all towed
And Chevy windows be rattlin and badder than any other broads that I've seen in these parts Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched Thick lips
Peavey Wheatstraw And you don't stop with the heidi heidi hoe Hi hoe or bye hoe if you're lookin for a sucker I'm just another motherfucker Pucker your lips
chaa) I got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white
Got it done, win a hit She just works so hard Cookin' with a black credit card Baby girl's flying first class Got the body, fat lips, fat ass This
wanna work in a building downtown, No I don't wanna see when the planes hit the ground. I don't wanna work in a building downtown, I don't wanna work
over my studiah Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips Botch, unloosen my belt
I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac Black hood with black
a black beauty With a big ol' booty, no doubt We'll have a few drinks and then roll out I can't do the 'Jungle Fever' 'Cause it's too many black hoes