Black, like a forest and still, like a lion, my knees are bended We used to speak a different language I wasted my breath on words soon forgotten, left
her transportation 'Cause I let her ride while I drive her crazy Then I just keep going, going, like I'm racing When I'm done she hold me like a conversation
a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein' a broke nigga I want a all chromed
low Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, woah Playing grand theft auto, they like diablo My crews the Triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co' But they some Slimmy Sue can rock a
hottest, come on keep it on the low And they mad 'cause I riot and I fly like a crow You a gold digging, I ain't messin' wit 'Cause I?m a rhino, I?m a
in like Mickies I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors Like a river how I run
let em walk away, broken in the bone yard, smokin' in the boy's room Smokin' in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum The warship I dock, is a property
thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go Ricochet Rabbit had a
conditionin Go get the lyrics of steel And take a listenin You see you nothin but a tourist In the land of the fittest You just a low life forest Hip
like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight
raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing in front of the judge Poured off Bentley, looking like steroids Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy Maserati lookin' like a
to kill that On the for real black, I never show-boat Be on the low, like a black sto' the Mac flow Sorta like a cracked flo', a different plateau, the
Gaya's crying, can't you hear her crying Like a whisper, oh so very soft and low If you listen, underneath the status quo Will she still be friends and
until the week is through Just myself now and the stains to be explained Phone and cancel, stay in and be a saint But a whistle and I'm like a dog again
he lay And he wondered how it happened that he'd ended up this way Getting lost like a fool in the forest And as he lay there sleeping a vision did appear
motivated on the down low Like a northbound jersey packed train, apart from this My crew, tight-knit circle with arsonists quick to set it Like the rain forest
us like flys they gone be droppin' we burnin' block like a forest fire burn nigga them chopper bullets melt you body open burn nigga like a perm sittin in a
Like you Throwing fairy dust Then frowning hard on whack chorus Proof was on the scene before Nat Morris Cold as a black forest in these starving streets A
