December 24

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It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of America be
 Recognized as a genuine dialect of
 English. It is in every sense of the word...
 Yeah, uh, uh, uh
 Allen with the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet
 Alley-oopin' all the shit home
 Powered-up, out for the assist
 Don't panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho
 How you want them ribs smoked, family? Uh
 Ten toes, know you on your shit already
 Big stone, granite and your fist balled
 Standin' on the strip
 Don't panic when the pig come
 Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get home
 Tally up—tally up the wins though
 Don't think he said he pro-violence
 But it's gon' be your problem if he did, though
 I lived out the way, ayy
 Palace where the Crips stay
 Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his shit
 Bang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste
 'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drip drink
 How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank
 My doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the strength
 Ask him, "That's just how it is?" say
 "You die and then you live, huh?"
 Your heart and then your limbs break
 Just catch me when I slip, bro
 What's poppin'? Like a hip bone
 I told you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo
 We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the spliff roll
 The wind get the ashes in the end, bro
 We been took your pass and your credentials, uh
 Bad apple, daily clashin' with my kinfolk
 Bad acid did damage to my mental
 Show you right, it took some passages to get grown
 They been called me savage from the get go
 Uh
 
 It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of America be
 Recognized as a genuine dialect of
 English. It is in every sense of the word...
 Yeah, uh, uh, uh
 Allen with the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet
 Alley-oopin' all the shit home
 Powered-up, out for the assist
 Don't panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho
 How you want them ribs smoked, family? Uh
 Ten toes, know you on your shit already
 Big stone, granite and your fist balled
 Standin' on the strip
 Don't panic when the pig come
 Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get home
 Tally up—tally up the wins though
 Don't think he said he pro-violence
 But it's gon' be your problem if he did, though
 I lived out the way, ayy
 Palace where the Crips stay
 Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his shit
 Bang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste
 'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drip drink
 How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank
 My doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the strength
 Ask him, "That's just how it is?" say
 "You die and then you live, huh?"
 Your heart and then your limbs break
 Just catch me when I slip, bro
 What's poppin'? Like a hip bone
 I told you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo
 We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the spliff roll
 The wind get the ashes in the end, bro
 We been took your pass and your credentials, uh
 Bad apple, daily clashin' with my kinfolk
 Bad acid did damage to my mental
 Show you right, it took some passages to get grown
 They been called me savage from the get go
 Uh
 
 It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of America be
 Recognized as a genuine dialect of
 English. It is in every sense of the word...
 Yeah, uh, uh, uh
 Allen with the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet
 Alley-oopin' all the shit home
 Powered-up, out for the assist
 Don't panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho
 How you want them ribs smoked, family? Uh
 Ten toes, know you on your shit already
 Big stone, granite and your fist balled
 Standin' on the strip
 Don't panic when the pig come
 Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get home
 Tally up—tally up the wins though
 Don't think he said he pro-violence
 But it's gon' be your problem if he did, though
 I lived out the way, ayy
 Palace where the Crips stay
 Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his shit
 Bang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste
 'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drip drink
 How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank
 My doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the strength
 Ask him, "That's just how it is?" say
 "You die and then you live, huh?"
 Your heart and then your limbs break
 Just catch me when I slip, bro
 What's poppin'? Like a hip bone
 I told you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo
 We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the spliff roll
 The wind get the ashes in the end, bro
 We been took your pass and your credentials, uh
 Bad apple, daily clashin' with my kinfolk
 Bad acid did damage to my mental
 Show you right, it took some passages to get grown
 They been called me savage from the get go
 Uh
 
 It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of America be
 Recognized as a genuine dialect of
 English. It is in every sense of the word...
 Yeah, uh, uh, uh
 Allen with the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet
 Alley-oopin' all the shit home
 Powered-up, out for the assist
 Don't panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho
 How you want them ribs smoked, family? Uh
 Ten toes, know you on your shit already
 Big stone, granite and your fist balled
 Standin' on the strip
 Don't panic when the pig come
 Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get home
 Tally up—tally up the wins though
 Don't think he said he pro-violence
 But it's gon' be your problem if he did, though
 I lived out the way, ayy
 Palace where the Crips stay
 Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his shit
 Bang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste
 'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drip drink
 How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank
 My doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the strength
 Ask him, "That's just how it is?" say
 "You die and then you live, huh?"
 Your heart and then your limbs break
 Just catch me when I slip, bro
 What's poppin'? Like a hip bone
 I told you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo
 We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the spliff roll
 The wind get the ashes in the end, bro
 We been took your pass and your credentials, uh
 Bad apple, daily clashin' with my kinfolk
 Bad acid did damage to my mental
 Show you right, it took some passages to get grown
 They been called me savage from the get go
 Uh
 

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Duration
01:46
Key
1
Tempo
80 BPM

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