Black 2 - Buddy

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 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)

Vinyl 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

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

Everybody tryna get dreads and shit (Dreads and shit)

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 fuck, yeah, I said the shit (Said the shit)

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, 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

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 nigga, uh

Feel like Malcolm X, peekin' outside my window

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