Hey dudes, my interludes more fatter than most niggaz LP's So don't sell me to stale cheese I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama Puffin
smoked everybody else's shit up One two checka So check the, manuscript, man you flipped And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker
my blackness, Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness, You better believe everytime we come, we come hard, The undisputed truth is that the black
t feel I hit you like a steel anvil Because you grafted off the next man's skill But still I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello Run over tactics of Robin
eating the beat this is pacman I'm on the grind like a motherfucking lap dance shorty gonn' do whatever says shes a rap fan Every nigga round me Robin, Batman All black coupes All black
has an explanation" [verse two - rockin robin] Deep in the middle east, in the belly of the beast We got men and women losin blood for black grease
Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back when I had the red and black
you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin' I'm knockin' 'em out the box 'n' Knockin' 'em out their socks 'n' 'Cause Robin
about this drama, muthafucka Oh my god look at that, turn it up please Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees Somebody took a black thing and went
but i?ll just stay inside there?s no way that i?ll take any chances of my own what if i get it wrong Another season come and gone Robin hardly sang her
class over at three with Bronx MC's The super imposer, cruisin' on the major deacon Quarts and blunts, sippin' Olde E on the weekend My girl Fatima, half black
Dead up I'm serious The meatloaf ain't got me curious Dry turkey wings on the couch The cat ate everything You think you livin Tryin to dress up like robin
four niggas three shit, one ho nigga I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk Who gon die next Who mama gon' cry next Who sister get to wear the black dress
blast ya, never call ya master Who is that kickin up shit much faster? Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya See a black clock and my buckshots
in your mouth while you play ping pong ho' I start killin' that twat, you start whinin' Take out the big blow pop and start slimin' So get ready for the big blacks
dark, black water Robin flies again, Robin flies again She flew low over the highways And I saw the wind Blowing back her Barbie Doll hair Robin flies
-boppin' and singing his song All the little birdies on Jaybird Street Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin, rock rock Rockin' robin Blow rockin' robin
wet Been on tour 3 months and I aint had no sex Been meditating, exercising my mental bowflex Michael Jackson dead, which one of us 'bout to go next Me, Mary J, Robin