Buddy – Black 2 Lyrics

Buddy Black 2 Lyrics

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yup
Sound ’bout right
No, nope, that sounds, that sound ’bout right
Uh-huh, yeah
No, you ain’t, you ain’t never telled a lie
You ain’t told a lie
Yeah, uh

Everybody wanna be an athlete (Athlete)
Everybody wanna rap on beats (Rap on beats)
Everybody wanna eat watermelon and fried chicken (Yeah, yeah)
But, sorry, it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing)
Everybody wanna hit after me (After me)
Watch your back ’cause they after me (After me)
Got different women up in my living room tryna measure my d!ck
Maybe it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing)
Don’t sub-tweet, at me (At me)
We was kickin’ freestyles in the backseat (Backseat)
We was ditchin’ classrooms, thinkin’ gladly (Gladly)
We would buy and sell drugs in the alley, yeah
Finally got a pot I can piss in
Workin’ overtime, and you can tell if you listened
I don’t wanna find no diviner division
I be gettin’ high, n!gga, it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing), yeah
Back shots ’til she knock-kneed (Knock-kneed)
I be on new sh!t, so they copy, the debauchery
Go ahead then, watch me, n!gga
Don’t watch TV (Don’t watch TV)
You can get it all on CD (CD)
Vinyl is homicidal, every time you at my recital
I will serve you like appetizers
You should know, n!gga, I’m your idol, I’m your idol now

Grew up in the west bumpin’ Dogg Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don’t nobody wanna be a n!gga, uh
Feel like Malcolm X, peekin’ outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don’t nobody wanna be a n!gga, uh

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Everybody tryna get dreads and sh!t (Dreads and sh!t)
But they ain’t African (African)
All the light girls gettin’ a tan so they can darken they skin
I’m sorry, it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing)
I don’t give a f*ck, yeah, I said the sh!t (Said the sh!t)
Peep the rhetoric (Rhetoric)
Everybody wanna design somethin’ for Louis Vuitton
But, baby, it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing)
Blacked out in the backseat of the black Jeep
Listening to “Black” by me (By me)
Or you can catch me at Taste of Soul
Eating on gumbo with the black-eyed peas, yeah
Black on black on black, n!gga
I’m back on, back on track
My sh!t black-owned
If you ain’t a n!gga, then you can’t say “n!gga”
It’s a black thing (It’s a black thing), yeah
Spike Lee, Do the Right Thing (Right thing), uh
Don’t step on my Nikes, just got these
Go rogue for the neckpiece, n!gga
Yup, in my white tee (Yup)
Know you wanna be just like me, huh?
‘Til the police wanna lock me up
Chevy on creep, black Air Force 1’s
We just gon’ beat ’em
We just gon’ be, you can ask ’bout me

Grew up in the west bumpin’ Dogg Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don’t nobody wanna be a n!gga, uh
Feel like Malcolm X, peekin’ outside my window
Everybody wanna be black, but don’t nobody wanna be a n!gga, uh