Black Flys, covered up my red eyes If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies Dirty copper, dirty copper, dirty copper Now the stereo is
. I got my stereo loud. You're barefoot dancing in your underwear I bet your daddy'd be proud. But he ain't no where around He said he's never gonna change
it all began And how man [oh man] seemed to change that plan Know this to be true in black and white God's Word said so so you know that's right It's
vibe right Baby, buy me some Remy an' if yo' baby daddy trippin' Tell him beep me 'cause I be's Black an' Tone An' swift up on my toes, G'd up in alligate's
the ground up, no, from the ground up, from the ground up From the bottom to the top, baby, baby baby baby baby, baby, baby
black, you never go back. (CHORUS) I know it's a black thang You know it's a black thang I know it's a black thang You know it's a black thang I know
that song It's my favourite record Don't you change that song It goes on and on again Hey baby, there's no reason Why we can't get along It's
a vicious blow You know my style Spliff the foul Through your stereo Spliff starr ignorant immigrant I'm gettin it Money, fast car, fine broads, what I'm hittin it (that's
in stereo Clue, world class dinero, dress it up Put it on the streets like rock that's chopped up What the fuck? Yeah, all my niggas locked down Chris Black, Black
to be La Toya and, Jim Hats But now it's Uzis Macs and, G-packs of cracks Everybody's psycho or some type of good fellow But me, I keep it real that's
who's up in here [Incomprehensible] We smashing thousand be the head of the class an' Rollin thru ya party with the stereo blastin' we creepin' It's
know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh [Snoop Dogg] Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy It's Snoop Dogg, the black
not to see On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound When the last black man's crossed the sea His earth turned flat his passport photo black Backpacker Baba's
Murder, murder, murder, murder, muthafuckas Yeah, I'm short but my boys cause ruckus It's the nigga that's icey like a Popsicle It's like the jail when
've gone white-girl crazy, she's gone black-boy hazy We're each other's baby, we're in love Everyone's created equal Hell with all you ignorant people Trying to stereo
versatile i got style finesse and a little black book that's filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look but there's a thing that separates you from me and that's
it's a miracle 'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo Come to