're the one to give me light, You don't even whet my appetite. Black and white, black and white, Black and white, black and white. Heaven sent, kiss and
Now he's going for the grey ball Into the top left pocket A touch off the slightly darker grey ball And he's snookered behind the grey ball Oh, he's going
Ha, ha, yeah, Mr. D O double R I say, yeah buddy, rollin' like a big shot Chevy tuned up like a NASCAR pit stop (Yeah) Fresh paint job (Check) Fresh
and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We d boys getting money on dem 25`s 5 star and that`s me a O G Im from the three tha thirteenth off the wild
up to me and said, "Do you have the answer To the U.S. economy and a cure for cancer?" I said, what are you doin' in the White House If you're not sellin
(Dorrough intro) Haha Yeahh Mr. D-O-double-R I say.. Yea buddy! Rolling like a big shot, Chevy tuned up like a NASCAR pitstop Fresh paint job [Check
the O, yes and the C And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity But wait, let me get
and get jumped You got to have style, and learn to be original And everybody's gonna wanna diss you Like me, we stood up for the South Bronx And every
swing with D Because of all the things that I bring with me Only G O D could be a king to me And if the G O D be in me, then the king I be The microphone
[Chorus] White girls, (Suzy,Jen, and Karen) Going through my mind, (Sarah, Jesse and Julie, too) White girls, (Judy,Beth, and Sharon) Help me unwind (
) WE PULL CHOPPERS (CHOPPERS) TO WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS) DOG...THEM NIGGAZ LIVING A LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE DIPSET STAY FLY.....AND? AND?!?!?!?! [Verse
the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and
twister and walking not damaged Standing outside up in the blizzard and walking hot headed Serving nicklebacks and Iraq bet I will not panic Swerve the nickel black
in black clothes You got blowed, and in yo chest is many holes This goes, A Lot of rounds of Ammo I show how Uptown Niggas drove Ya fake boy, me and my
the Old Town Small white punk packs a big black gun Unthinkable thoughts await the innocent In the bright midnight sun And your crew was totally whacked They'd
