care to) you are what people say you are, whatever people say you are, how can you stay happy? We never would admit, no, not to a man, if you can't get
译文: 黑色. 不管人们说你是.
When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you That can arouse ya ego, you got mouths to feed So gotta stay true to who you are and where you came
of people be gettin' mad 'Cause I use the word 'nigga' you know what I'm sayin'? They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga' They say you a black
be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice You
what'chu gon' do? (Gonna get get get it poppin') I got that black no limit American Express card Mami you can get whatever you like Plus I got that all-black
you want it? you gonna get it man we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em you
You want it? you gon' get it You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out Too much venom and if you role with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em You
check what I say You can bounce with Dres, or you can bounce with Dre You can flip the script, or you can parlay Or you can learn the words and say what we say Chorus: If you
You ain't bringing groceries, G, your groove is getting rude over records But can you sling the food like this? You better bite this, if you wanna make the people
we like, yeah And since you came here you gotta show and prove And do that dance, until it don't move Doowutchyalike Sometimes I bite Now if you're hungry
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga Fix your fingers, show me what you are I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you
, give a round of applause They say I'm up to no good, I say I'm down for the cause Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers So if
Shaq who the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch a vapor I've got mad props so why would you exploit punch you
girl you know I got you It make me sad when I gotta go on the road without you I want you I need you, girl what else can I say about you I don't need
that's what the black man is Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess Let it be known, you
with your motherfuckin respect Ahh yeah... so check, UH! Verse Three: New types of verbal hip-hop I bring When you know you can sing BOY you know you
teacher I gots to get you 'Cause they can't MC But what you really sayin' You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying "Yo Kris you hit too hard
