see you once more Turn black tables And your turning black tables And your making your head blur Making your head blur And your turning black tables And your turning black tables
If only my problems were like water they could be boiled away and watching the steam drift upward, watching my problems drift away. And watch the steam
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh! Your super lover. Oh oh, oh oh. Oh! Your super lover. Black lights and designer blues With my tattoos of I Love You's. I just put on
Get the Yeah that?s me I live the life Fast cars Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it) [Soulja Boy] Fifty on the floo A hundred on the table (Table
AP And she stay up all hours watching QVC She said she loves my songs, she bought my MP3 And so I put her number in my Bold BB I got a black BM, she
run this town We are, ya I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black
the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Put your money on the table
I ever really been without that baking soda? Remember waking up in Granny's to that baking odor, Sat down kitchen table had my first meal, And at that same kitchen table
there They got caught up in the moment, caught up, caught up He was 10 grand up at a blackjack table She was dressed to the nines Drinkin' fine Black
Heaven?s on my side When you?re walkin' on water The waves, they try to knock you down You?ll beg and borrow To go another round Throw the cards on the table
s hijacked Black people don't own shit The rap game's hijacked Check it R&B's hijacked Black acting is hijacked Just being black is hijacked Nigga,
too long will make you sick Believe me the last thing they wanna see is us risin' Economically, astronomically it could happen homie Follow me Hip-hop's the black
Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true "Now what if I meet a trick that got long cash?" That's when I call the crew with the black ski
long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store Cook off this table, the cheddar
my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my *** getting brown paper bag money This for my trippers getting black
, you know Twist man. I get paper in my *dopes so bad like a mailman So fresh, so *dona??t, Head to the show. Sitting on a white and black car with *Orealeo
just respect my conglomerate [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] It's Bus Rhymes! (HUH!) And I'm back With the crack, and the thugs, and the drugs, NIGGA BLACK! (