Three feet of gravity - pulling lengthwise, rip me up Stars dissolve above down to black below Black hole I've seen this all before Black hole Fingers
Translation: The Gun Club. Black Hole.
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
Getting work, hallelujah One nation under God Real niggas getting money from the fucking start My Rolls-Royce triple black, I'm getcha ho Balling in the club
, a drink mixed with four kinds of liquors Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', ladies know who we are And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub Shotgun in this man car Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club
' at us Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one
driving and thinking how I survived here And I ain't seen Dre and Eminem in five years That sounds Shady right, I live a crazy life So many black thoughts
um Comin' wit' my hundred round drum for the trunk punk Quit runnin', go fast, like the runna done Put holes through yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy gun So
the big hand (hand) Rap-a-Lot is in the building and we in control ('trol) "II Trill" comin through nigga, make a hole (make a hole) And we ain't askin
you master fronting, classic cutting You keep stunting, them gem star'll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club
Into the club we get all the eyes When you gettin' that money, my nigga We off up in the club, we got our hands up Drinks in the club because we gettin
the club we get all the eyes when you Gettin' that money my nigga We off up in the club, we got our hands up Drinks in the club because we gettin' that
ho, I been paid ho, I spent 2000 dollas on these shades ho' I'm red hot, I'm ice cold I got enough cheese, keep me out that mice hole I got nice hoes
to ya factered (? ? ), A crack dealer, your president sends me smack And got a mac 10 with it so I ain't gotta rap, I'm thankfull for that, don't mistaken me black
Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it Bust you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded Find our hole and inside
s to your head ho (Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya) [Juicy J:] Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch Evergreen gats have got
-9, 9's to your head ho (Mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya, mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya) Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch Evergreen gats have got these
