you hoe! (oh yeah me true true) You can be down too! ***** Yo yo, whatever to that I got this thought shit right here yo, black thought I got that shit
Oversettelse: De La Soul. Weed # 3 - Black Thought.
got this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought I got that shit DOWN PAT Check hold on hold on let me hit that {*inhales*} (Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Got that Thought
got this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought I got that shit DOWN PAT Check hold on hold on let me hit that [inhales] (Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Got that Thought
this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought I got that shit DOWN PAT Check hold on hold on let me hit that {*inhales*} (Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Got that Thought
this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought I got that shit DOWN PAT Check hold on hold on let me hit that [inhales] (Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Got that Thought
Mr. Soul Survivor does that make me a Konvict? 'Be all you can be', now, don't that sound like some dumb shit When you dogged with crude oil as black
see I'm going through a black, hey, Capricorn day And though it doesn't seem so I've got to get this way I'm going through a black, hey, Capricorn day Though
potato salad You thought you had your answer but your answer was invalid You're lookin' at me crazy 'cause you think I'm loco The big black cowboy with
had the whole nation standin' at attention As long as I'm on colo smilin', they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought
I hitched a ride with my soul by the side of the road Just as the sky turned black I took a walk with my fame down memory lane I never did find my way
, never set me free, no, I ain't lying Never set me free, Tracy, no, no, no Living in the ghetto Black is everywhere ya go Who'd have thought I'd love
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
was televised, there's been an accident like Geico They thought I was burnt up, like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta Angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, what you thought
ohohohohoh (gregorian chants) the bell tolls the black plague has struck diseased eyes roll upwards as if knowing which direction their souls will
Slum beautiful, drivin' I plum crazy Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazin' They don't know, but I do though Baby my darlin' you make me loose composure
a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and bacon, Mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions
See I can kinda recall little ways back Small tryin' to bawl always been black And my hair I tried it all, I even went flat Had a gumdee curly top and
