now whos whos white, whose pants are loose and whose are tight. you tell me whos dark, got the mad bark, whos ryhme gots skill, whose bottle aint worth a drop, mr. black man, b, ya know the hit the fan. wont pimpin till im holdin' your hand, guarantee a million fans this album blows up. you believe im black? bitch back the up. im not around, i need my so im gonna lay down, if know i was black, you know it now.... im the afro-american the phat-ass sounds. you pimpy is my name, buddha, lead me to the temple so i can keep stay healthy, stay fresh, not like pippen, true men gots the shag in the rides, and i just fucked bitch 1 more time.
i dont why you think im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the racist you be, i dont why you think im a honkey, its the blacker i get the more racist you be,
i know you'd see me white then see me black, i make all the shots, clean all the spots, and all the rocks, and set all the traps. i you think this albums a flop, but come by the crib baby, and be on top, ten years from now i'll be dark, yo i i told ya i smoke pot. now what ya do to a man much blacker than you, with a crew much larger yours, dont offend me to live like o.j.-its the way. don't mess wit the noi we don't play. there ain't enough beer here, aint enough weed for you to smoke up, wit many honies that holler back at ya- and my cock is than the contentent of africa. -----the-----------fuck----------ya.
i know why you think im a honkey, its the blacker i get the more racist you be, i know why you think im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the more you be,
all bs, no for the k.k.k. louie pissed cause im flossin, and cause im hittin more shit than dawson. my is supreme, it stays clean, im still black like joe green. didnt you know im run for presendent, 1st in the office-aint it unpresindent. baby i told ya, it dont a thing to me, im black too much, got a black touch, had girl i think she was dutch, but i let her go cause she too much. my queens always got back, if an ass is a probelm, i'll it, got back. throw your in the sky, em end to end, nigga a new girlfriend, ill this broad a ride, hit her guy, poeticly, see, pimpy be yo' be fallin' to her a hoe. i got the number i to know, i the dough, though, go my sizac... your on cizack... you set trizaps and my ass is so blizack......
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i dont why you think im a honkey, its like the i get the more racist you be, i know why you think im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the racist you be,
i dont why you think im a honkey, its like the i get the more racist you be, i know why you think im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the racist you be,
i know why you think im a honkey, its like the i get the more racist you be, i dont why you think im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the racist you be,
i dont know why you im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the racist you be, i dont why you think im a honkey, its like the i get the more racist you be,
i dont know why you im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the more you be, i know why you think im a honkey, its like the i get the more racist you be,
i know why you think im a honkey, its like the i get the more racist you be, i dont why you think im a honkey, its like the i get the more racist you be,
i know why you think im a honkey, its the blacker i get the more racist you be, i dont why you think im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the more you be,
i dont know why you im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the racist you be, i know why you think im a honkey, its like the blacker i get the racist you be,