Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black 2, artist - Buddy. Date of issue: 11.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black 2 |
| Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yup |
| Sound 'bout right |
| No, nope, that sounds, that sound 'bout right |
| Uh-huh, yeah |
| No, you ain’t, you ain’t never telled a lie |
| You ain’t told a lie |
| Yeah, uh |
| Everybody wanna be an athlete (Athlete) |
| Everybody wanna rap on beats (Rap on beats) |
| Everybody wanna eat watermelon and fried chicken (Yeah, yeah) |
| But, sorry, it’s a black thing (It's a black thing) |
| Everybody wanna hit after me (After me) |
| Watch your back 'cause they after me (After me) |
| Got different women up in my living room tryna measure my dick |
| Maybe it’s a black thing (It's a black thing) |
| Don’t sub-tweet, at me (At me) |
| We was kickin' freestyles in the backseat (Backseat) |
| We was ditchin' classrooms, thinkin' gladly (Gladly) |
| We would buy and sell drugs in the alley, yeah |
| Finally got a pot I can piss in |
| Workin' overtime, and you can tell if you listened |
| I don’t wanna find no diviner division |
| I be gettin' high, nigga, it’s a black thing (It's a black thing), yeah |
| Back shots 'til she knock me (Knock me) |
| I be on new shit, so they copy, the debauchery |
| Go ahead then, watch me, nigga |
| Don’t watch TV (Don't watch TV) |
| You can get it all on CD (CD) |
| Vinyl is homicidal, every time you at my recital |
| I will serve you like appetizers |
| You should know, nigga, I’m your idol, I’m your idol now |
| Grew up in the west bumpin' Dogg Pound and Jigga |
| Everybody wanna be black, don’t nobody wanna be a nigga, uh |
| Feel like Malcolm X, peekin' outside my window |
| Everybody wanna be black, but don’t nobody wanna be a nigga, uh |
| Everybody tryna get dreads and shit (Dreads and shit) |
| But they ain’t African (African) |
| All the light girls gettin' a tan so they can darken they skin |
| I’m sorry, it’s a black thing (It's a black thing) |
| I don’t give a fuck, yeah, I said the shit (Said the shit) |
| Peep the rhetoric (Rhetoric) |
| Everybody wanna design somethin' for Louis Vuitton |
| But, baby, it’s a black thing (It's a black thing) |
| Blacked out in the backseat of the black Jeep |
| Listening to «Black"by me (By me) |
| Or you can catch me at Taste of Soul |
| Eating on gumbo with the black-eyed peas, yeah |
| Black on black on black, nigga |
| I’m back on, back on track |
| My shit black-owned |
| If you ain’t a nigga, then you can’t say «nigga» |
| It’s a black thing (It's a black thing), yeah |
| Spike Lee, Do the Right Thing (Right thing), uh |
| Don’t step on my Nikes, just got these |
| Go rogue for the neckpiece, nigga |
| Yup, in my white tee (Yup) |
| Know you wanna be just like me, huh? |
| 'Til the police wanna lock me up |
| Chevy on creep, black Air Force 1's |
| We just gon' beat 'em |
| We just gon' be, you can ask 'bout me |
| Grew up in the west bumpin' Dogg Pound and Jigga |
| Everybody wanna be black, don’t nobody wanna be a nigga, uh |
| Feel like Malcolm X, peekin' outside my window |
| Everybody wanna be black, but don’t nobody wanna be a nigga, uh |