For my theme song My leather black jeans on My by any means on Pardon, I'm getting my scream on Enter the kingdom But watch who you bring home They see a black man with a white woman At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong Middle America packed in Came to see me in my black skin Number one question they asking Fuck every question you asking If I don't get ran out by Catholics Here come some conservative Baptists Claiming I'm overreacting Like them black kids in Chiraq bitch
Four in the morning, and I'm zoning They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? Baby we living in the moment I’ve been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it
So follow me up 'cause this shit's about to go (down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (now) But there's nowhere to go (now) And there's no way to slow (down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass
Four in the morning, and I'm zoning They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? Baby, we living in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it
Stop all that coon shit Early morning cartoon shit This is that goon shit Fuck up your whole afternoon shit I'm aware I'm a wolf Soon as the moon hit I'm aware I'm a king Back out the tomb bitch Black out the room, bitch Stop all that coon shit These niggas ain't doin' shit These niggas ain't doing shit Come on homie what happened You niggas ain't breathing you gasping These niggas ain't ready for action Ready-ready for action
Four in the morning, and I'm zoning I think I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300 like the Romans 300 bitches, and they zonin' Baby, we're living in the moment Baby, we're living in the moment Baby, we doing it, keep it going Keep it going, keep it going
So follow me up 'cause this shit's about to go (down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (now) But there's nowhere to go (now) And there's no way to slow (down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass
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