without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" Comm: Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man The black man of coarse he was po (yeah
Warning, this album contains Ludacris material Parental discretion is advised So kids, cover your eyes and close your eyes Otherwise you're about to witness
come around I aint finished yet, I aint finished yet bitches love me, houston like spinach dip (?) get it I got that cold flow, Winnepeg this is work I am in a different World, Winnefred Tulisa all black
kind of appeal Not dealin' with sex, or a bicep flex Has nothing to do with physical appearance But the way you stimulate the kids and their parents
Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse But do your man a favor, don't curse Uhn, the smooth rap inventor that enter Parental discretion's not
comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] Come on, yeah [I'm comin] (2x) Stlyes: Can't stop, won't stop Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami Move like little black
It's all a struggle (Tryin' to make it day to day) It's all a struggle (From my hood to around your way) It's all a struggle (Single parents all by thyself
go kickin science in ninety-five I be illin, parental discretion is advised still Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his Call me God, cause that's what the black
the Pumps, Nikes or the steel toes Dre, you can spot it in the Benzos Squawtin' real low, got me drivin' real slow, she's a real ho And even though her parents
to a jet black crowd What it's like to be black and proud In a world where white is right but not tonight This is a black man's might I heard a sister
Eazy E, PRT, Lakim Shabazz, Jaz, Jay-Z, Tragedy, QB [Chorus] - 2X Markie Fresh, The Mack of Rap, now the Fat Boys are back X-Clan, ZOOM, pro black,
Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banga you gotta start with a hard ass kick and a snare (yea) Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and
dough Sneak in the concert, trip and make 'em stop the show We gots to go, push me and I sock the po' Gettin' the bail from my parents is impossible (
t even begun to ball Winter, spring, summer, fall The cream still stackin if the fiends still crackin You the same one cryin, for that Billy Jean jacket black
dog, better yourself" So what I do? I take heed and pick up the pace Can't explain it when I pick up my son and look at my face I'm like a black rose
And it was hell tryin' to bail to the ovary With nuttin' but the Lord lookin' over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black
That's the code in every hood that you roam Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your dome O.G. the place that I call home Black Lac like that and it's
scrilla anyway you can Floss around town, bitch who's the man... To the days When I used to keeps my stash in the bush Nowadays be clientele with parents