a black three-eighty This black lady, in a black Mercedes Pulled out on this black man, in the black land He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff White
Перевод: Ja Rule. Черный или белый.
your black and you educated people say "You aint black man!" May be black in your appearance but really whiter than Batman CEO's are like slave masters
Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be a close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands
for the one-two war of over who's God is the right one Can it be the Asian one, the black one or could it be the white one The answer to the question
Just to be safe don’t wear no blue or red Cause most niggaz get got In either l.a., compton or watts Pissed-off black human beings So I think you better
whites feeling like Christ with the army Tight cons be writing all my life It's based upon on how you burning incense With intents to school the infants The rules
I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces Ah hell I even fucked with different races A white dude his name was John He had a queen bee rules tattoo
you trickin' or what? Flow tighter than a dick in the butt Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv' Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo White
't let it be a black and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the street top. Black police showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone will
t let it be a black and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the street t op. Black police showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone will
black and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the street top. Black police showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone will swarm on any muthafucka
you trickin or what Flow tighter than a dick in the butt Jus hopped off the plane came back from vancouv' Little white tee sum boobs n bamboo White
Video LP Raps I make up like blacks do excuses I feel like Noah, hookin my mellows up on deuces If a broad ain't got a mind or job or crib she useless
in the blackest of night and sometimes the good guys they dont wear white (NO!!!) (Chorus) Gangsters and mobs with itchy trigger fingers do-gooder knights or some love song singers they all got their rules
