Buddy - Black 2 lyrics
Simmie Sims III [Pastor PassTheBlunt] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Buddy - Black 2 lyrics]
Mm hmm, mm hmm, yup
Sound 'bout right
No, nope, that sounds
That sound 'bout right
Uh huh, yeah
No, you ain't, you ain't never telled a lie
You ain't told a lie
Yeah, uh
Everybody wanna be an athlete (Athlete)
Everybody wanna rap on beats (Rap on beats)
Everybody wanna eat watermelon
And fried chicken
(Yeah, yeah)
But, sorry, it's a black thing
(It's a black thing)
Everybody wanna hit after me (After me)
Watch your back 'cause they after me
(After me)
Got different women up in my living
Room tryna measure my dick
Maybe it's a black thing
(It's a black thing)
Don't sub-tweet, at me (At me)
We was kickin' freestyles in the backseat
(Backseat)
We was ditchin' classrooms, thinkin' gladly
(Gladly)
We would buy and sell drugs in the alley
Yeah
Finally got a pot I can piss in
Workin' overtime
And you can tell if you listened
I don't wanna find no diviner division
I be gettin' high, nigga
It's a black thing
(It's a black thing) , yeah
Back shots 'til she knock me (Knock me)
I be on new shit, so they copy
The debauchery
Go ahead then, watch me, nigga
Don't watch TV (Don't watch TV)
You can get it all on CD (CD)
Vinyl is homicidal
Every time you at my recital
I will serve you like appetizers
You should know, nigga, I'm your idol
I'm your idol now
Grew up in the west bumpin'
Dogg Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don't nobody
Wanna be a nigga
Uh
Feel like Malcolm X
Peekin' outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don't
Nobody wanna be a nigga
Uh
Everybody tryna get dreads and shit
(Dreads and shit)
But they ain't African (African)
All the light girls gettin' a tan
So they can darken they skin
I'm sorry, it's a black thing
(It's a black thing)
I don't give a fuck, yeah, I said the shit
(Said the shit)
Peep the rhetoric (Rhetoric)
Everybody wanna design somethin'
For Louis Vuitton
But, baby, it's a black thing
(It's a black thing)
Blacked out in the backseat of the black Jeep
Listening to "Black" by me (By me)
Or you can catch me at Taste of Soul
Eating on gumbo with the black-eyed peas
Yeah
Black on black on black, nigga
I'm back on, back on track
My shit black-owned
If you ain't a nigga
Then you can't say "nigga"
It's a black thing
(It's a black thing) , yeah
Spike Lee, Do the Right Thing
(Right thing) , uh
Don't step on my Nikes, just got these
Go rogue for the neckpiece, nigga
Yup, in my white tee (Yup)
Know you wanna be just like me, huh?
'Til the police wanna lock me up
Chevy on creep, black Air Force 1's
We just gon' beat 'em
We just gon' be, you can ask 'bout me
Grew up in the west bumpin'
Dogg Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don't nobody
Wanna be a nigga
Uh
Feel like Malcolm X
Peekin' outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don't
Nobody wanna be a nigga
Uh
Sound 'bout right
No, nope, that sounds
That sound 'bout right
Uh huh, yeah
No, you ain't, you ain't never telled a lie
You ain't told a lie
Yeah, uh
Everybody wanna be an athlete (Athlete)
Everybody wanna rap on beats (Rap on beats)
Everybody wanna eat watermelon
And fried chicken
(Yeah, yeah)
But, sorry, it's a black thing
(It's a black thing)
Everybody wanna hit after me (After me)
Watch your back 'cause they after me
(After me)
Got different women up in my living
Room tryna measure my dick
Maybe it's a black thing
(It's a black thing)
Don't sub-tweet, at me (At me)
We was kickin' freestyles in the backseat
(Backseat)
We was ditchin' classrooms, thinkin' gladly
(Gladly)
We would buy and sell drugs in the alley
Yeah
Finally got a pot I can piss in
Workin' overtime
And you can tell if you listened
I don't wanna find no diviner division
I be gettin' high, nigga
It's a black thing
(It's a black thing) , yeah
Back shots 'til she knock me (Knock me)
I be on new shit, so they copy
The debauchery
Go ahead then, watch me, nigga
Don't watch TV (Don't watch TV)
You can get it all on CD (CD)
Vinyl is homicidal
Every time you at my recital
I will serve you like appetizers
You should know, nigga, I'm your idol
I'm your idol now
Grew up in the west bumpin'
Dogg Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don't nobody
Wanna be a nigga
Uh
Feel like Malcolm X
Peekin' outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don't
Nobody wanna be a nigga
Uh
Everybody tryna get dreads and shit
(Dreads and shit)
But they ain't African (African)
All the light girls gettin' a tan
So they can darken they skin
I'm sorry, it's a black thing
(It's a black thing)
I don't give a fuck, yeah, I said the shit
(Said the shit)
Peep the rhetoric (Rhetoric)
Everybody wanna design somethin'
For Louis Vuitton
But, baby, it's a black thing
(It's a black thing)
Blacked out in the backseat of the black Jeep
Listening to "Black" by me (By me)
Or you can catch me at Taste of Soul
Eating on gumbo with the black-eyed peas
Yeah
Black on black on black, nigga
I'm back on, back on track
My shit black-owned
If you ain't a nigga
Then you can't say "nigga"
It's a black thing
(It's a black thing) , yeah
Spike Lee, Do the Right Thing
(Right thing) , uh
Don't step on my Nikes, just got these
Go rogue for the neckpiece, nigga
Yup, in my white tee (Yup)
Know you wanna be just like me, huh?
'Til the police wanna lock me up
Chevy on creep, black Air Force 1's
We just gon' beat 'em
We just gon' be, you can ask 'bout me
Grew up in the west bumpin'
Dogg Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don't nobody
Wanna be a nigga
Uh
Feel like Malcolm X
Peekin' outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don't
Nobody wanna be a nigga
Uh