I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop Thinking black thoughts I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop Thinking black thoughts I crash into a wall No feelings
in heaven Red Bone pussy poppin' on my black and red 11?s Patent leather when I step in You know what I'm reppin' It's S double-O, W Double-O Black number
been the type to have beef and try to settle shit. I ride out 'til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze 'til the last shell go off. Fuck your whole
def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write about the black experience
purple haze, then answer the phone Peep the moon through my retractable dome What they thought they assassinated, was only a clone We about to venture off into the unknown Where sun rays hook off
I'm gone and niggaz study my bones Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own In the physical, one seems, like a lost body In fact my thoughts
hoe in me, These niggas takin all these shots but ain?t no holes in me, So what you shootin at niggas you ain?t hit shit yet, Jus check my black tee
your breath Move on, don't look back I jumped off a train, running off the tracks Your day's gone, face the facts A bad movie ends and the screen fades to black
way too rough to back down But I think I'm still tryin' to figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out, but I guess I didn't This fucking black
T.F. I'm riding with another 380, thats my car costs, y'all thought I would fall off, that was just a small loss, we can have a ball off, fly to N.Y.
Ohio was a riverbank A ten speed laying in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long, long summer days Tennessee was a guitar First big dream of
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon We used to low ride
the black hearse Goddamn, I can't understand the drama why? Now you're talking that shit like a bitch on the rag To tell the fucking truth I thought
louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off
flake You had to dump the body, Burned it beyond recognition Back back in commission Scooped your hooker, cleaned your seats off Two in her head Squeezed off
Trick off and lick off together No matter the weather Lets ease on down to the bow and to the bricks When I start to squeeze, I won't ease off a bit
listen Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative, GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo, I be splashin' Street Wars The hardcore ambassador in a black
' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you