goes up must come down But I don?t wanna come back down Chris Black - Chris Black catch the place on fire Watch the beat and go, Chris Black you go [VERSE 3 (CHRIS BLACK
free, Tracy, no, no, no Living in the ghetto Black is everywhere ya go Who'd have thought I'd love a girl Whose skin was white as winter snow In my
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] If you you see thunda From a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep
bitch just like a bunch of cloans hey ma we strech work like your touch your toes and n the middle of july we got that summer snow i got em snow boarding
but now I'm f-cking all them girls, yeah. I'm from a city where these Young'uns doomed. I was upset my father died and turned a young'n?. For every killer
corny-ass white rapper show, right? 'N which I'm still having mixed feelings about They said to be real, I'm just spillin' it out There's something about a white boy talking black 'n
, dope n folkin lokin provokin got a brand new beam with the scope n leave your family with a wake for hostin, i collect enough snow to enhance the aspens
I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February Ay, thats how blacks do it
yo' pussy the sheeeeit! [Chorus w/ Songz ad-libs] [Trey Songz - Outro] Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me S-O, N-G, Z Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me S-O, N
hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock, 'n
sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black
hide I feel I feel your eyes See right through my life We got a black prez Still alot of crackheads My grandmother still cant afford her back meds. KRS already taught about them black
for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim. Head for the hills yes eyes on the camp fire glow. Creep up there like a white mink hiding n snow. And outta black
and blacks bum rushing the system But I tell you ain't no room for gangstaz 'Cuz gangstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n
, forty yappin, smoke imported Servin (?) fat as boulders, got a (?) on my shoulders Homies robbin homies, on point with the po'-po's Sellin white snow
n butta, for the bread n butta For the bread n, for the bread n butta, for the bread n butta (UH!) For the bread n, for the bread n butta, for the bread
you get all I got Talk to me baby, tell me how you wanna be done? I want you to imagine you're making angels, angels in the snow And kiss a hundred revolutions nice n
