time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke
ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new On some 2011 shit, when I come through Black paint, black seats And the black
never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming It's growing in the street right up through the concrete But soft
pass my knife I'm takin' it there even if they give me the chair I'm blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear My fist stuck screamin' black power
for her to see the sun from the other side Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again Time for
you've been, won't you, won't you come to me? Flashback, patches of grass growin' wild in fact Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked Memories
are best expressed Some things are best expressed by nature Like the song of the sun , song of the sun The song of the sun, song of the sun The song of the sun
thirst before the love of freedom We travel many beaches and leeches Black drums, kingdom comes slum better first day won No limitations, no hesitations, we stay sun
a charmed life, we going back in the years Imagining if my whole world what I been around the sun twenty-five times And I still find new ways to recognize
that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget The sun
She wore faded jeans and soft black leather She had eyes so blue they looked like weather When she needed me I wasn't around That's the way it goes, it
for rojo, I put that mozzle to ya back And take you on a walk ya won't come back from I take you to the other side of the black sun (If you disrespect
wet Oh, keep givin' hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft, ooh Oh, keep givin' hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft
loose Brewin' in the test tubes to the rescue, extradition process To get you all stressed, step onto my office That's what you call fresh, it's more like some soft
here Coke over there with blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft
here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft
back to my reverie We were waiting, waiting, waiting Waiting in the darkness And you know what I miss most about that time? It was the quality of blackness It was soft
