The Alchemist, Fashawn - The Plantation lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Fashawn - The Plantation lyrics]
"Woo hoo! Vanilla ice cream
And I'm gonna take me a big lick!"
"Any one of them niggers gives me any crap
I'll lay them out" "You do that then"
Uhh, check it out, yeah
In a neighborhood, predominantly black
Was a house party
A typical game of craps and Cognac
Heard the commotion
When somebody hit a seven
Saw a pack of black queens
Hopping out a white Lexus
Gangstas on the front lawn
Function in the back
A bunch of wild Africans who
Don't know how to act
Rat in my ear talking 'bout
"Can we leave now?"
Took her to the attic and stared
To sweat her weave out
I bust a nut and reemerge out a weed cloud
To the party, fuck it if whoever saw me
(stop) my foam cup dirty with the lemon-lime
Three uninvited guests enter at the same time
White dudes with Swastikas tatted on they arm
Surrounded by niggas who'd be glad
To do them harm not even fair
They outnumbered and gotta be aware
I could smell a problem in the air
They strolled through and everybody gazed
Pretty obvious they're not afraid
"Let 'em live" That's what
Mama Miss Golly said
But my partner Big Linky pulled
A chopper out instead
Interrogative, asked if they knew
Where they was at they had to
These honkies look a little too relaxed
Said they only came for the bitches
That's when suddenly I heard a
Bang from the distance
Niggas scattered as the door opens up
Went from three to 100 now there's
More of them than us
If you ain't bring a firearm you should duck
Or hit the floor and be
A fortunate one to survive
They snatched Linky by the neck
Gave him one in his head
I went and grabbed the nine under his bed
He had bad karma, dirty sweat below the rug
In debt with various thugs, had an Aryan plug
That he robbed months ago
They're back for revenge
Gave him a bullet for every
Stack that he spent
Explains the skinheads crawling
Through his crib
No mercy, they shot Mama Golly in the ribs
Poor Linky left his noodles on his couch
I could finally get away
Or try and shoot it out
Bounced to the nearest gas station
Hopped in the closest
Motherfucking cab waiting
Saw an opportunity and had to take it
Only thing on my mind now is retaliation
Plantation
"Get on, white folk this here's
The plantation sure enough
But Miss Golly? She ain't up yet!"
"Now look who here! They done set us off
Talking whities!"
"Honkies with their wrinkly white asses"
And I'm gonna take me a big lick!"
"Any one of them niggers gives me any crap
I'll lay them out" "You do that then"
Uhh, check it out, yeah
In a neighborhood, predominantly black
Was a house party
A typical game of craps and Cognac
Heard the commotion
When somebody hit a seven
Saw a pack of black queens
Hopping out a white Lexus
Gangstas on the front lawn
Function in the back
A bunch of wild Africans who
Don't know how to act
Rat in my ear talking 'bout
"Can we leave now?"
Took her to the attic and stared
To sweat her weave out
I bust a nut and reemerge out a weed cloud
To the party, fuck it if whoever saw me
(stop) my foam cup dirty with the lemon-lime
Three uninvited guests enter at the same time
White dudes with Swastikas tatted on they arm
Surrounded by niggas who'd be glad
To do them harm not even fair
They outnumbered and gotta be aware
I could smell a problem in the air
They strolled through and everybody gazed
Pretty obvious they're not afraid
"Let 'em live" That's what
Mama Miss Golly said
But my partner Big Linky pulled
A chopper out instead
Interrogative, asked if they knew
Where they was at they had to
These honkies look a little too relaxed
Said they only came for the bitches
That's when suddenly I heard a
Bang from the distance
Niggas scattered as the door opens up
Went from three to 100 now there's
More of them than us
If you ain't bring a firearm you should duck
Or hit the floor and be
A fortunate one to survive
They snatched Linky by the neck
Gave him one in his head
I went and grabbed the nine under his bed
He had bad karma, dirty sweat below the rug
In debt with various thugs, had an Aryan plug
That he robbed months ago
They're back for revenge
Gave him a bullet for every
Stack that he spent
Explains the skinheads crawling
Through his crib
No mercy, they shot Mama Golly in the ribs
Poor Linky left his noodles on his couch
I could finally get away
Or try and shoot it out
Bounced to the nearest gas station
Hopped in the closest
Motherfucking cab waiting
Saw an opportunity and had to take it
Only thing on my mind now is retaliation
Plantation
"Get on, white folk this here's
The plantation sure enough
But Miss Golly? She ain't up yet!"
"Now look who here! They done set us off
Talking whities!"
"Honkies with their wrinkly white asses"