Texty:
The Black Keys No Fun

fun to hand around Freaked out for another day No fun, my baby, no fun No fun, my baby, baby, no fun No fun to be alone Walkin' by myself No fun to

slight wind I take my time as I ease into step ten Believe when my only reasons for this hon' is pleasin' Stickin' my keys in your ignition Ya screamin' eleven semen like big fun

verse and my man probably hollered at the hottie first I score, he took the charge ooooh, that sh-t gotta hurt [Pusha T - Chorus] [Pusha T] Nevermind me, 'Ye have fun

keys It's cool we can roll, we do everything in three's Four go with them, two come with me Pound it like a drum, see how fun it can be Now pull like

rock chicks, and hip hop chicks Thin chicks, round chicks Black, white, yellow and brown chicks Got chicks, all hot chicks Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks Thin chicks, round chicks Black

standin around lookin cool and shit I want ya motherfuckers to jump the fuck up and have some motherfuckin fun You understand what it means to be black

Pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive? Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make'em bleed How you gonna say black people won

gettin' they dome split, I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas, And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger >from quarters to keys

the glove Do these fools got a problem with me or do they got love? And when the light turns green, I don't bone out I wanna see what these black men