Translation: Ocean. Czarny.
Translation: Stare Dobre Malzenstwo. Czarny Blues O Czwartej Nad Ranem.
Bog z nas drwi Przytul mnie Boje sie Czarny worek trupow wbrod Koniec ?wiata, umar? bog Idzie zimne i nieznane Idzie wielkie mozgow pranie Czarny
I grew up in New York City Since I was born on Broadway, baby Moved downtown when I was just nineteen To start a new life on the New York scene There
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow
(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Seven a.m., waking up in
[Wiz Khalifa] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves We're tired of beatin' our head against the wall And workin' for someone else We're people, we're just
I am amused You seem to love me But be reserved Before you huff me I'm used to winners I need the fame And if you touched me You'd be my shame Your
Ah, yea Black fly, buzzin', buzzin' around Black fly, flyin' from town to town Black fly, lookin' around and around What's he gonna do when he finds
When I run up on you I'm gon' blow x 4 The leader of the new school Not to take nothin' from busta My heat stay glued on bustas Check out my demographics
Lately I've been seeing things Belly button piercings In the sky at night When we're side by side And I don't mean to rain On anybody's cavalcade One
HAPPY GREY OR BLACK We're black You took your fears away Never inside You're black Join, join, join, join a reins Never inside Touch grey or black
[Wiz Khalifa] Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow [x4] Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow [x4] [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah
40 dollar jeans, thousand dollar shades Walk up in the club like a KKK parade. DJ scream my name, bitches turn they head. light sign on my section, i
Alright boy, ah man Give you your rights, here we go again You have the right to remain silent Hey Ish what?s goin' on? Chill, chill it's cool Give up
My mama said life would be this hard Growin' up days as a black girl scarred In every ways till you've come so far They just know the name they don't