black man rise CHORUS [PHONTE] [PHAROAHE MONCH]: Pharaohs and Navajo chiefs, the way you making it rain But never for a stripper with emotional pain You wouldn't despite system
And scan me) My system's in mint condition The power's up on my transistors Working fine, no glitches Plug me in and flip some switches Pull up in dragging position Pop
We pop champagne cause we got that dough Let me hear you say Aah (Aah, Aah, Aah, Aah) Say Aah (Aah, Aah, Aah, Aah) And we don't buy no drinks at the bar Pop
mind I gotta hold this heat I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto I respect the ghetto baby feel my pain When I lost my mom's and pop's I started havin
manifestations, I dictate to nations More Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation This Cosmic sick mic cylcicyst Mega segments, be Sega, like Genesis I orbits the solar system
now On your mark, get ready, get set, let's go With the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O. Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens With a system,
'em no menna no vat Yo ye yo Redman, what the fuck was that? I don't know but it's on my top lip Don't crack jokes, and pop shit Just get it off my
the caps and blows By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows Wit the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank So What'cha Saying's
Ruff Ryders Next generation I didn't see the empire If you want Jacksons with a system that'll wake up the dead With a truck full of birds feedin' them
six asses Swing through to refuse the masses Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes I used to drive my mama stuff Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the bomb pop
wife like Halle Berry Yeah I ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary Like it don't stop Nigga I stop for food How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for
to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon Now with the murderers are known felons I gotta pop
'd better pop back or your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass
(Make it hot) The world is mine, can't you see (Make it hot) I'm just trying to be all I can be Ohh, yeah When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
) I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit I never sold company due, I can't knock it 'Cuz the inner city public school system is fucked
reached for his license Cops pulls the gun and cold ice Then I'm a victim of society I got societal ills It's harder to pay bills than pop pills They
hear me comin' You can hear before you see me, I got beats up in my trunk All the ladies want to chase me when they hear my system bump Say Jibbs I?