Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone God Black / Black God, artista - 9th Wonder. Data di rilascio: 18.07.2019
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
God Black / Black God |
| They waving guns in South Central, same on the southside |
| I gotta be a real nigga, just to stand outside |
| I’m on the corner with my main man T Smith |
| The streets done changed since they legalized the green shit |
| Need a new hustle now, gotta get up under now |
| Flip a franchises, nigga need about a hundred thou' |
| Do it like Nipsey did, but I’m not a 60 crip |
| Up on Slauson Ave, I’m supporting black businesses |
| Gotta be black-owned, money is the backbone |
| Gotta stick together like Terrace and his saxophone |
| Hoodsters, hoovers, trays and the deucers |
| Let’s all get together man and make some maneuvers |
| Homie’s got grandkids on some grown-man shit |
| Cream of the crop, we the kings of the planet |
| Used to be slaves, now look at what we made |
| We some leaders but we leading these people to the grave |
| God Black/Black God, they don’t understand |
| We come from black, return to black, that’s the motherland |
| The universe expands and then we start again |
| To free the mind of every man, that’s the fucking plan |
| I’m the great debater, both sides of the equator |
| See the truth, be the light, use it like a lightsaber |
| Dark skin, Darth Vader and I’m sorta like SEGA |
| They don’t make 'em like me no more, there’s none greater |
| Broadcast Dreamcast, me and 9th, we blast |
| 12-gauge shottie, why you still shooting bean bags? |
| Think fast, we don’t slack when we attack |
| Move like a Japanese cat in all black |
| Rooftop to rooftop, hip-hop to new rock |
| Now they selling T-shirts and 2 socks with 2Pac |
| Too hot to handle and we, too cold to hold |
| Send a couple nudes then I set some new goals |
| I’m tryna get her home, get it on, never sit alone |
| Freak these tales man, you know the type of shit I’m on |
| Badman, mad fans coming out the badland |
| Drop hands, now I’m getting head like a CAT-scan |
| God Black/Black God, they don’t understand |
| We come from black, return to black, that’s the motherland |
| The universe expands and then we start again |
| To free the mind of every man, that’s the fucking plan |
| I’m a midtown champion, Picco to Jefferson |
| I’m a 9th grader on a 9th beat, it’s not a fresher man |
| I’m the secret weapon man, hoodie when I’m stepping in |
| A nigga been eating, I’m the one who put the pepper in |
| Behind home plate, had to dodge a game, |
| Sipping on Coronas with a big booty Mexican |
| Fuck what you suggesting man, definition heaven in |
| Assuming that my name is on the list and they let me in |
| Angels and demons, all need a place to be in |
| Something like Raiders fans in the Oakland Colosseum |
| See I’m like a deity. Settle from the plea of these |
| If you wanna see me get some glasses like DMC’s |
| Telescope, tell us quit, all of y’all irrelevant |
| Super-artificial, ain’t never been intelligent |
| Heaven-sent but hellbend on keeping shit Godbody |
| West, where the East, fuck with a nigga, I hardbody |