'm finally used to it In a little while I do believe I'm here to stay In a little while Like diamondback terrapin In a little while They call me true blue
used to it In a little while I do believe I'm here to stay In a little while Like diamond back terrapin In a little while They call me true blue
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat? Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat? Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true
Moore and Atlantis But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas Have your clan stranded on the enchanted land of Gumas Azubar Gem blue
face, and wouldn't show me him I had to see if it was true Secret service was mad nervous, so was the boys in blue Scatterin', like rats and ants, with
P-A-T One hundred, yeah, that's me If you don't recognize, you gon' see I'm a straight-up trill OG In a black-on-black-on-black Cadillac, like a Mack
Cause there's someone out there Robert Johnson, Harmonica Frank Digging it out there Jimmy Rogers on the last train back Sounds better out there I got lost and it all went black
Ray collins (lead vocals) Frank zappa (lead guitar) Roy estrada (bass) Jimmy carl black (drums) Arthur tripp (drums) Ian underwood (piano, alto saxophone
as my flow bubble over Like Mo's and Cristal's Ain't here to bust a pistal Sippin hard on Cristal Dreaming counts, large amounts Cuz Frank don't play
dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat [Black Thought] Yo,
," the baby they called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue
my China mommy slippin' outta town She love a nigga long time still holdin' me down And tell 'em I'm the King Of New York a black Frank White aiight I
I be the man on the stage like the man on the wax The blue collar MC with the blue collar job Walk around on the streets with my blue collar mob Train
gots ta come get through a whole army The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola Slangin a Coke without the Cola Me and black don't