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Correct Black Habits II Lyrics
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Correct Black Habits II
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[Chorus] Black lines off that black magic Unsung land, black caskets Ain't no Black nuns, we got Black pastors Earn funds off the Black masses We got Black habits (Ayy, smoke down, nigga, let's get up on it) We got Black habits (You not doin' that over here, bro) (Nigga, why you always hangin' around and ain't got nothin' going?) (Come through, my nigga, stop [?]) Black drum, rhythm, Black savage Black labor on the Black Sabbath Their great is the Black average Imitatin' all our Black talents, we got Black habits We got Black habits Listen [Verse 1] The flow that bounce, I'm the black rabbit Boy, I spit that favor for their Black pallette Provide dope shit for the Black addicts One step above in the black attic Best of love to the Black parents That fight for the plight, singin' Black ballads Pants hang low, we be black saggin' While our baby mamas steady black [? 1: 05] Bring her back to the hood, Black braggin' To the worst bread, niggas get the black jacket 21, young, and they black packin' War paint from their face on no black napkin Final rights from the Black chaplain Still pressin' lines, like, what's black happenin'? Run these streets with a Black passion Gotta grind 'til I wake up in a black mansion [Chorus] Black lines off that black magic Unsung land, black caskets Ain't no Black nuns, we got Black pastors Earn funds off the Black masses We got Black habits (Why didn't you give me that for the load in, my nigga?) We got Black habits (I already told you, my nigga, please) Listen, black drum, rhythm, Black savage Black labor on the Black Sabbath Their great is the Black average Imitatin' all our Black talents, we got black habits We got Black habits (Uh, listen) [Verse 2] Cinnamon color citizens get the better end Of the stick every damn time, uh Plenty young in the penitentiary Fillin' up when they didn't do the damn crime, uh [?] didn't let it seize when he [?] Took a straw that hit a land mine, uh Had everything money can't buy, uh Stuck in the box like a pantomime, uh Give me one, let me hit the blunt, get my dick up And she gon' hop on it and slide, uh Anytime a nigga feelin' down, need a pickup She put her mouth on it, hands high, uh Thank you, love, for this liquor that she pourin' on me Feelin' blessed on the West side, uh Got a bad one up in my sheets And a 12 gauge on my bedside, uh [Chorus] I'm from the dirt like a black radish Homegrown like some black cabbage Goin' home, need that black fabric Gonna lay my head on this black mattress We got Black habits We got Black habits, yeah Sippin' wine out the black chalice They get in line for this Black phallus Haters mad, they got black malice 'Cause I'm bound to retreat in the black palace, we got Black habits We got Black habits [Verse 3] Uh, run this ball a hundred yards When I say ain't no fun involved I ain't bring you to this team be Dr. King Takin' man on me, you won't run at all At the press conference, you better high step and smile I expect you to be grateful And the next time you don't wanna answer a question You better figure out somethin' to say, fool 'Cause who you think pay for that suit you wearin'? Or that new Mclaren? Or the car that your grandma drive? Ain't you used to sharin'? You could go back to not havin' a dime Pullin' up at the club and get in back of the line Couldn't tell you enough how easy to be replaced You should face the facts, another you in no time It's show time If I may [?] said I must say You got me fucked up in the worst way I been investin' my checks since the first pay So fuck this job, and fuck you too, motherfuck that car And if you only you could be touched, you would watch your mouth And maybe sit your fat ass down I guess you figured I was just another nigga With no options, homie, you so toxic I ain't tryna be a token up on the soap box But even when I do the speed limit, it's roadblocks So lose my contact, and I'ma lose your contract It's your loss, you're gon' lose beyond that And you gon' lose your mind when you find out The time is up for bein' blind, motherfucker [Chorus] We got Black sons runnin' black [Canvas?] J. Edgar Hoover killed the Black Panthers Our Black lives are a Black challenge They just leave us hangin' in the black balance We got Black habits We got Black habits, uh Black drum, rhythm, Black savage Black labor on the Black Sabbath Their great is the Black average Imitatin' all our Black talents, we got Black habits We got Black habits
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