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Black Lab This Night

be the dealer The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone The black mack of the microphone Talkin' shit the way I do Rhyme Pays, the posse grew Did you like Power? Word Well this

' it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it Rap cats talk with no will in it Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo Twas the night

I been in the lab writin and stuff y'know? I just been on my, y'know, knowhatI'msayin on some Guns, shootouts and crack sales Black males who pack jails

Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide. Straight from leimert park, california, los angeles. Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life Struggle

one black napsacks, black weed Black Friday, nigga, black fistes Black misses, Onyx, black misonic Black tonic, black marble, ask Arnold Black bombers, with black linen, repent black

[Chorus:] Just, just, just... Just ridin', ridin'... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Just ridin', ridin'... I'm feelin' you, you feelin'

'm spittin all black with a camafaluge ?? Seven gold darts street smart smarter than Eurkel Let's go fist to fist knuckles turn purple when I work you I ride a night

be? Chorus So sleep all day and watch TV all night The pictures play in black and white I close my eyes I close my eyes 'cause Chorus There were nights

's like hundreds and hundreds like tens I get paid, Black, but laid back with mild manners When I flip it's the opposite of dark Bruce Banner Out the lab