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Rosa When We Re Through

shit right outta you and decides just when your in or when your out 'cuz when your through your through Ayyye, Oh. I guess I'm through Mmmmm When you're through, you're through

I got no problem goin back I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped So off we go, let

one But I can pull a hot one when inside of a datsun The wicked in the bed, plus the wicked in the head When I shoot the game, it's like my tongue got

from tex to cali everyhood every alley we smoking on that smally with the candy coated cady bendin blocks on goldilocks 17 shots cops swirving the god we're

had passed But when the wind kept up the rats cut down the rigging off the mast And then the rust chewed through the anchor chain and out to sea we're

And baby 2 on the way, here's your everything I love to hear when you pull in from work and I love it when you tell 'em that you're tooken Our love is

s Ark all the way to Rosa Parks To black folk pushing white agendas inside of an office with flow charts Technology ain't shit, we feed off the fruit When

We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail Now we think we better ourselves trying to be calm When you're puffing that (hay!) in the middle

you And decides just when you're in or when you're out When you're through you're through Ayyye, Oh. I guess I'm through Mmmmm When you're through, you're through