| I got a, freaky, freaky, freaky lil flow
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| Lock the town like Fidel Castro
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| Went straight to jail, did not pass go
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| (Aiyyo Black can we ask you a question?), no
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| Now back to live action, dust my shoulders off on this track, I’m just
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| practicing
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| And I ain’t even at my maximum, imagine if I was, this is for the love
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| Ladies and gentlemen, kids of all ages
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| You’re about to go on a ride with the wild and outrageous
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| So buckle your seatbelts, my heat’s felt
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| All in the ghetto, the dominator, Darth Vader creator
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| Officializing, signed and sealed, dot delivered
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| Minute, if he don’t get no bigger
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| We never left, naw, we took a break off
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| You all tucked in? |
| We about to take off
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| Now there’s a rumor being spread about me and the team
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| And a couple wild brothers outta 115
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| Y’all might not have heard it, some cat got murdered
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| Now everybody walking around all shady nervous
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| I ain’t sweatin that, bout to do a show in San Antonio
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| (Then what?), then fly back home
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| I calls guy on the phone, they had a car at the airport
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| Somethin with a chick chaffeur, butt naked in the full length fur
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| It’s on and popping, work it baby ain’t no stopping
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| Bad Boy is in the building, honeys catching feeling
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| Now we rated number one, now, sales through the ceiling
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| People had faith in Rob
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| I’m on that and run the point like Jason, god
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| It’s one thing to be all hood
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| I guess its safe to say, (what?), so far so good
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| Black
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| Downtown we winding down, last call for alcohol
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| Scoop up your girl
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| You’ve never seen this before, that’s a Bentely Four
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| Fresh out the store, this should be against the law
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| Party don’t stop, can’t stop, won’t stop
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| Hit the bootlegger, pint of Rock
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| And I’m a get smart through the hollerin
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| Long as she doin less talkin and more swallowin
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| Now Black is what they hollerin out in the east
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| How he won’t go away like permanent crease
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| And this is how I murder the streets
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| A lotta dudes is mad when I’m just trying to get a bite to eat
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| I dont care if yall just two-step to do the hustle
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| This is New York rapping, bring me some New York muscle
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| See me in the club, its nothin but love
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| Love the way I position myself to rise above
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| Black
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| One more time baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song B.L.A.C.K. , by - Black Rob. Song from the album The Black Rob Report, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп