[Intro: Bob Vylan, Jason Aalon Butler]
I'll be damned if they treat me like some motherfucking dog in the street
Yo, speak on it man, let them know how we feel
Black.. is beautiful
And we some pretty motherfuckers (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Bob Vylan, Jason Aalon Butler]
What's wrong with a little bit of weed?
And if the whole fucking block decides to get it from me (From me)
You ain't giving no help or handouts
Too black and handsome, with dreads so I stand out
Bobby got the cannon don't make me back a man down
(Man down, man down. Officer, stand down. Man down!)
Officer, officer, get up off of us, no need for your cuffs
Just go about your day, the fucking block belongs to us
The fucking block belongs to us (I gotta get it how I live)
[Chorus: Bob Vylan]
Save a life and skin a pig
I gotta get it how I can
I got a master fucking plan
[Verse 2: Jason Aalon Butler]
So imma get it while I can cause I gotta
You can have both hands in the air and still shot up
I come from a place where we die by 25
They like 'how do you feel?' I'm just happy to be alive
That's why I'm getting it, that's what I'm getting it
Not only flirting with death, I'm fucking (tapped?) in it
But they don't know, they don't know, they don't know me
The blackest, the beautiful, darkest and free
[Chorus: Bob Vylan, Jason Aalon Butler]
Gotta get it how I live (Ah!)
Save a life and skin a pig
I gotta get it how I can
I got a master fucking plan
[Verse 3: Bob Vylan]
Cop killer, Cop killer - nah. Nigga-killer killer
Trident tyrants killing niggas for the fuck of it (Fuck of it)
Pat you down and touch your dick, pree me for a sinner
With a life worth less than a free school dinner
Who's the next lucky winner for a free date with death? (Who's next?)
'Cause their hair-trigger's itchy or they squeeze out your breath
Not me. Wrap the pig before they kill me
'Cause there's no time for swine with all this green around, you feel me?
You feel me? (You feel me?)
[Interlude: Jason Aalon Butler, spoken]
Nah, nah, see yeah I feel you my nigga. They usually be like, hey we gotta take ours to get ours, whatever. But I'm like we gotta make ours to get ours, you know what I'm saying? So what we gon' do is like this:
[Outro: Bob Vylan & Jason Aalon Butler]
Make this motherfucker bounce (Bounce, bounce)
Make this motherfucker bounce (Bounce, bounce)
Make this motherfucker bounce (Bounce, bounce)
Make this motherfucker bounce (Bounce, bounce)
Make this motherfucker bounce
