Buddy – Black 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna be an athlete (Athlete)
Everybody wanna rap on beats (Rap on beats)
Everybody wanna eat watermelon and fried chicken
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 dick
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, nigga, it’s a black thing (It’s a black thing), yeah
Back shots ’til she knock me (Knock me)
I be on new shit, so they copy, the debauchery
Go ahead then, watch me, nigga, don’t watch TV (Don’t watch TV)
You can get it all on CD (CD)
[?] [0:49] is homicidal every time you at my recital
I will serve you like appetizers
You should know nigga, I’m your idol, I’m your idol now

[Chorus]
Grew up in the west bumpin’ Dogg, Pound and Jigga
Everybody wanna be black, don’t nobody wanna be a nigga, uh
Feel like Malcolm X, peekin’ outside my window

Everybody wanna be black, but don’t nobody wanna be a nigga, uh

[Verse 2]
Everybody tryna get dreads and shit (Dreads and shit)
But they ain’t African (African)
All the light girls gettin’ the 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 shit (Said the shit)
With 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 [?] [1:30]
Eating on gumbo with the black-eyed peas, yeah
Black on black on black, nigga
I’m back on, back on track, my shit black-owned
If you ain’t a nigga then you can’t say nigga
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, nigga, yep, in my white tee (Yep)
Know you wanna be just like me, huh?
‘Til the police wanna lock me up
Chevy on creep, black Airforce 1’s
We just gon’ beat ’em, we just gon’ be
You can ask about me

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

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