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"Black cream" |
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[Chorus] [Big Shug] (Reks) |
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From chains to whips |
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To chains and whips |
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Hopped off the slave ships into the fly kicks |
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Floss our ice, gettin' paper |
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All my niggas want paper |
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We just gotta get paper |
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(We bought your American Dream |
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The negro epidemic, black cream) |
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Black cream |
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[Verse One] [Reks] |
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Dear Oprah Winfrey |
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I know misogyny |
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Is rampant in our music and it pains you severely |
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But Dear Ms. Billion Dollar Income |
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Hear me |
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The path to success isn't merely: |
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Respect self, sincerely, remember Celie? |
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Slaved after mister |
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And when she disobeyed then he whipped her |
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Well we was picked up, broke down, whipped up |
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Said, "Thanks" to master when he tipped us |
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Upon tree, lift us |
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Noose as a necktie |
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Excuses, I guess I |
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Use cause I refuse to let my |
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Ego be abused by the stereotype |
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That blacks just might be better off as have nots |
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Than to have cops, harass us |
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Poor Jacqueline Onassis |
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Husband gunned down, supporting our black asses |
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We as poor folks frown upon a brother's success |
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The more he has, then we have less |
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And we have yet, been able to afford |
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Without buying the store |
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Instead of repair, get all the white Airs |
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Force 1/one to look in the mirror |
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And be ashamed as the truth appears |
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Nigga, negro, Afro, hero |
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To the youth who want to rhyme for deniro |
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And shine like them joints in the earlobes |
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The pain I've seen |
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Watchin' my people spend they black cream |
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[Chorus] [Big Shug] (Reks) |
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From chains to whips |
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To chains and whips |
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Hopped off the slave ships into the fly kicks |
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Floss our ice, gettin' paper |
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All my niggas want paper |
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We just gotta get paper |
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(We bought your American Dream |
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The negro epidemic, black cream) |
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Black cream |
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[Verse Two] [Reks] |
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Everybody ain't Kanye West lord |
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I tell the kids, get a dream you can afford |
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But kids want stunts, smoke blunts and impress broads |
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Sip on syrup cause they idol got his cup |
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What this does |
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Is make it harder to give a fuck |
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The impulse |
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To ball got Cosby pissed off |
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That "buck that bought the bottle |
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Coulda struck the lotto" |
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To invest in scratch tickets is a fucked up motto |
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Dress our autos, barely dress our kids |
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Some want Tims, but he gon' wait |
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Daddy need new rims |
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Damn |
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Did I write that right? |
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Question is |
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Are you gonna right that wrong? |
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Put my mic back on |
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Free speech is tell a nigga 'bout a nigga's self |
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You poor knowledge even if you got dumb wealth |
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Poor knowledge? |
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Dumb wealth? |
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All the money in the world, your black ass can't spell help |
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Chains and whips to chains and whips |
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Right into the latest kicks |
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And we |
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Floss our ice |
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Brush off haters |
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Black man's plight |
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Lusting paper |
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(We just gonna get paper) |
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We bought your American dream |
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The negro epidemic, black cream |
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(Black cream) |
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"Black cream" |
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[Big Shug singing] |
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Heeeey |
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Stay on your grind baby |
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Brush off the haters |
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Remain a player |
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Gettin' this paper |
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Black cream, yeeeeah |
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Black cream, yeeeeah |
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Gettin' this paper |
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Gettin' this paper |
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Black cream |
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[Outro] [Big Shug talking] |
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Big Shug. Reks. This is how we get down man |
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Cats is fightin' for money out there |
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We gotta keep it movin' man. One way or the other. I'm out |