Nod to me once if I'm bringing you down. Nod to me twice if I'm bringing you up. Smile if you think that it wasn't enough. I had a place that was fictional
who will brainwash you they say your color's better be proud of who you are inside that's what really matters the racist feelings that you have the anger you feel toward others
's and your lambs up, your grams up Talkin bout buckin each other Probly fuckin each other D-Block dawg, we stuck with each other [Chorus x2] [Verse
so much that time, time and memory fade away We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other
who, who Girl, you know Me, that's who, who, who Who was there to dry your tears? It never mattered 'bout why Always try to cheer you up And turn your gray
me and my brother, stay crunk like no other Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka' See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
friends and even more enemies Some of which were genuine and others just pretend to be Soft raving baby, life's lovely Even when the gray rain cloud
, I'm on this son {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito The further I get the ground look more mosquito Dutch burnin, other hand
DEVIL HE'LL KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE SOME SEE THIS IN BLACK AND WHITE OTHERS ONLY GRAY WE'RE NOT BEGGING FOR A FIGHT NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY WE HAVE
When Sunny gets blue Her eyes get gray and cloudy, yea And the rain begins to fall, pitter patter, pitter patter Love is gone, so what can matter No sweet
you hang around the grays and browns They'll just bring you down Well, it's a useless rap you got to cut the crap Go directly to the things that matter
possessions Each one wishing for what the other has got And the princess and the prince Discuss what's real and what is not It doesn't matter inside
' Put your hands up, matter fact put your man's up Put your medina's and your lambs up, your grams up Talkin 'bout buckin' each other Probably fuckin' each other
your hands up, matter fact put your mans up Put your medina's and your lambs up, your grams up Talkin' 'bout buckin' each other, probly fuckin' each other
, cut him loose like a dirty needle You don't know where he's been All I know is that I've seen him high when he says that he's clean There was a gray
(s macdonald) If I turn my head the other way won't nobody know better If no one has a thing to say nothing will ever upset her If I never wear a suit
all the love he let pass him by To her he might be the man of her dreams To find where she's been hiding inside Broken or battered, it really don't matter
