Lyrics:
Black White Solo

I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins (Yeah) Wife in her black

Sunshine, convertable tops You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops You ride black walls, we ride vogues You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes You say I'm fake

give a shit outta me, I won't give it but i'll give ambivalence. I gotta memory box 'cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks all the blacked out nights into white

a look I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook I attract more kids than Wonderama Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white

takin up space of mine [Killah Priest] Yo, yo, yo, ayo {*speaking foreign tongue*} Yo Black posse, clap guns at the anarchy White man in the van watch

mastermind See I never take a step on a Compton block Or LA without the AK ready to pop 'Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white Ain't the only

cock so there it goes, not the average nigga the baby killa, (???a rabies) dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way that mothafuckas ain't shit to me white nigga, black

Yeah, the code of the street, eyes open, don't sleep Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, there go the police That's why you catch me movin' through dolo Movin' through solo

phony business So know the difference - from supreme solo it's the styles ancient as Moses scriptures It's Latin Kings, Black Kufis, and White Jesters