Black 2

[Intro] Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yup Sound 'bout right No, nope, that sounds, that sound 'bout right Uh-huh, yeah No, you ain't, you ain't never telled a lie You ain't told a lie Yeah, uh [Verse 1] Everybody wanna be an athlete (Athlete) Everybody wanna rap on beats (Rap on beats) Everybody wanna eat watermelon and fried chicken (Yeah, yeah) But, sorry, it's a black thing (It's a black thing) Everybody wanna hit after me (After me) Watch your back 'cause they after me (After me) Got different women up in my living room tryna measure my dick Maybe it's a black thing (It's a black thing) Don't sub-tweet, at me (At me) We was kickin' freestyles in the backseat (Backseat) We was ditchin' classrooms, thinkin' gladly (Gladly) We would buy and sell drugs in the alley, yeah Finally got a pot I can piss in Workin' overtime, and you can tell if you listened I don't wanna find no diviner division I be gettin' high, nigga, it's a black thing (It's a black thing), yeah Back shots 'til she knock-kneed (Knock-kneed) I be on new shit, so they copy, the debauchery Go ahead then, watch me, nigga Don't watch TV (Don't watch TV) You can get it all on CD (CD) Vinyl is homicidal, every time you at my recital I will serve you like appetizers You should know, nigga, I'm your idol, I'm your idol now [Chorus] Grew up in the west bumpin' Dogg Pound and Jigga Everybody wanna be black, don't nobody wanna be a nigga, uh Feel like Malcolm X, peekin' outside my window Everybody wanna be black, but don't nobody wanna be a nigga, uh [Verse 2] Everybody tryna get dreads and shit (Dreads and shit) But they ain't African (African) All the light girls gettin' a tan so they can darken they skin I'm sorry, it's a black thing (It's a black thing) I don't give a fuck, yeah, I said the shit (Said the shit) Peep the rhetoric (Rhetoric) Everybody wanna design somethin' for Louis Vuitton But, baby, it's a black thing (It's a black thing) Blacked out in the backseat of the black Jeep Listening to "Black" by me (By me) Or you can catch me at Taste of Soul Eating on gumbo with the black-eyed peas, yeah Black on black on black, nigga I'm back on, back on track My shit black-owned If you ain't a nigga, then you can't say "nigga" It's a black thing (It's a black thing), yeah Spike Lee, Do the Right Thing (Right thing), uh Don't step on my Nikes, just got these Go rogue for the neckpiece, nigga Yup, in my white tee (Yup) Know you wanna be just like me, huh? 'Til the police wanna lock me up Chevy on creep, black Air Force 1's We just gon' beat 'em We just gon' be, you can ask 'bout me [Chorus] Grew up in the west bumpin' Dogg Pound and Jigga Everybody wanna be black, don't nobody wanna be a nigga, uh Feel like Malcolm X, peekin' outside my window Everybody wanna be black, but don't nobody wanna be a nigga, uh