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I used to hump my pillow at night |
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The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light |
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Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten |
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And the highest number got to be my pillows pretend |
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Now I apologize to every high ranker |
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But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you |
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I never had the courage to approach you at school |
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We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool |
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But I was just coverin' up all the insecurities that came bubblin' up |
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My complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut |
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Like the time you flavor flaved me |
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And you played me "Yo chuck" |
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They say, "You're too black", man I think I'm too black |
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Mom do you think I'm too black? |
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I think I'm too black, I think I'm too black |
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I think I'm too black, black, black, black, black |
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Back Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey" |
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I never got to be myself 'cause to myself |
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I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley |
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A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me |
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I was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti |
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Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party |
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I was black Stacey |
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You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid |
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I used to use bleachin' creme |
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'Til madame C.J. Walker walked into my dreams |
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I dreamt of bein' white and complimented by you |
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But the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes |
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Now, I apologize for bottlin' up |
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All the little things you said that warped my head and my gut |
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Even though I always told you not to |
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Brag about the fact that your great grand |
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Mother was raped by her slave master |
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Yeah, I became militant too |
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So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you |
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I turned you on to Malcolm X and |
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Assata Shakur in the three quarter elephant goose with the fur |
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I had the high top fade with the steps on the side |
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I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride |
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I had the sheep skin, name |
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Belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle |
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Back Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey" |
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I never got to be myself 'cause to myself |
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I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley |
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A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me |
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I was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti |
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Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party |
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I was black Stacey |
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You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid |
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Stic 'em, stic 'em |
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Stic 'em, stic 'em |
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They say, "I'm too black" |
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They say, "I'm too black" |
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Here we go |
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Now here's a little message for you, all you baller playa's got |
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Some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up |
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Cash in and ching ching it up, hope no |
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One will bring it up, lock it down and string it up |
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Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you Couldn't be rugged and ruff and even though you tote a |
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Glock and you're hot on the streets |
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If you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to it's beat |
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And you should do that, if nothin' else, to prove that |
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A player like you could keep it honest and true |
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Don't mean to call your bluff but, mothafucka that's what I do |
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You got platinum chain then, son, I'm probably talkin' to you |
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And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew |
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And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too |
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I plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through |
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To load their guns with songs they haven't sung |
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Like Back Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey" |
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I never got to be myself 'cause to myself |
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I always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley |
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A double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me |
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I was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti |
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Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party |
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I was black Stacey |
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You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid |
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Back Stacey, they called me, "Black Stacey" |
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I never got to be myself 'cause to myself |
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I always was, Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey |
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Aah Black Stacey, ooh Black Stacey |
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Move Black Stacey, groove Black Stacey |
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Shake Black Stacey, make Black Stacey |
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No not I |
