Yeah in 12th grade she was

Brown skin

Long hair

Ferm titties

Phat A$$ yeah dat money shot.

Hair always and I mean always ways done

Gear on point, matching everything from top to bottom left to right.

Dat girl

But now dat girl

Is giving us the new her

She's giving you 100lbs

Weave,no edges

Five kids and they all watch each other

The feel of your beautiful brown skin sliding against mine;

it's oh so good and super fine.

My fingers touching along juicy places;

Slipping and pumping in secret spaces.

You feel me baby, I know you do;

That sensual rhythm that's me and you.

This is why you have to know,

Being with you...feels right,

Master the art of love

Last night I cried tears of joy

What did we do to deserve this

Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmit Till

All the dead souls in the field

Lookin at my rolly its about that time

White man had a problem wit mine

And we suppose 2 be shy? (shy, shy)

The revolution still applies

Probably still on the rise

Smoking the best spliff in a brand new Benz no I'd on the track let the story begin. begin...

Lookin in the mirror but I don't see much

Staring in the streets so I don't sleep much

Watching the snakes so they don't creep up

But the way I'm gettin dis money niggaz cant keep up

U niggaz cant keep up

Niggaz got beef but it cant be much

I'm still walking through the crowds like I cant be touched

Top back all black Gretzky puck

Ice skater little later might let me fuck

Damn, she might let me fuck

Last night I cried tears of joy

Wat did I do to deserve this

Vacheron on my wrist a year ago

I didn't even know that bitches exist

Quarter milli for the motherfucker

No insurance on a motherfucker

Ain't life a bitch, but you gotta keep her wet

Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set

Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats

Biggie smalls in the flesh living life after my death

Yesterday I read my horoscope

Tell me lord will I be poor and broke

Tell me lord will I be dealing dope

I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes

Yes, when I first met my BLACK Angel

I can remember that damn thing like yesterday

The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion

Horse with skates on, ya know

Smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair

I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed

Her neck was smelling sweeter

Than a plate of yams with extra syrup

Eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga

Felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential

My heart was beating so damn fast

Never knowing this moment would bring another

Life into this world

Funny how shit come together sometimes (ya dig)

One moment you frequent the booty clubs and

The next four years you & somebody's daughter

Raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang

That's if you're on top of your game

And man enough to handle real life situations (that is)

Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money

Might not always be sufficient but the

United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office

Didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss

So now you back in the trap just that, trapped

Go on and marinate on that for a minute

if i`m not mistaken i once read,

durin` that short spell i spent in school,

where ev`ry slave set free was s`posed to get,

for slavin`,

forty acres and a mule.

now ain`t no tellin` how much work was done

by my ancestors under slaver`s rule,

but sure as hell the total`s got to run

at least,

to forty acres and a mule.

now i`m not sayin` this to see folks sweat,

`cause i`m not bitter,

neither am i cruel,

but ain`t nobody paid for slavery yet;

about my forty acres and a mule...

we had a promise that was taken back,

an` when we hollered it was, `hush, be cool!`

well me, i`m bein` rowdy, hot an` black:

i want my forty acres an` my mule!

don`t tell me not to get myself upset,

don`t look at me like i`m some kinda ghoul,

jus` answer quietly,

when do i get

my goddam forty acres and my mule?

no thanks, i`ll take my own self out to lunch.

no thanks, i`ll dig me my own swimmin` pool,

an` lay an` play aroun` with my own bunch,

if i git forty acres and a mule.

`cause interest gotta go on jus` like rent,

(i may be crazy, but i ain`t no fool.)

one hundred years of debt at ten percent,

per year,

per forty acres,

an` per mule.

now add that up

an` ooooeeee looka there!

no wonder y`all called great grandmaw a jew`l.

jus` pay me that an` call the whole thing square

yes lordy,

forty acres and a mule!