[Hook: (x8)] [Chopped & Screwed voice:] Black everything, black, black everything [in the background] Love ya babe, I just wanna love ya babe Let me
Preklad: The-Dream. All Black Všetko.
: [Hook: (x8)] [Chopped & Screwed voice:] Black everything, black, black everything [in the background] Love ya babe, I just wanna love ya babe Let
it Look around everywhere you turn is heartache It's everywhere that you go You try everything you can to escape The pain of life that you know When all
't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (Uh-huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin' like the black
Quit that! You a big cat? (Uh-huh, yeah) Where your chicks at? Where your whips at? (Yeah, where dey at?) Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that Everything that's big dreams
to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black
streets I'll play your pussy down with the Harlem Heat (Uh, huh) All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?) They run around actin' like the black
father, has gone away Uh-huh. All my dead, all my people man. Let?s get it! I?ll be in here all night! I?ll be in here all night! Haha, come on man!
comes trouble ya?ll Ridin? dirty got goons in the double R It?s the black flag We a coomal square? Nigga with the cash Come to Hustle Hard Million Dollar Dreams
ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new On some 2011 shit, when I come through Black paint, black seats And the black
last forever after all I'll love you 'til the ocean takes us all And on this black day, the people shouted from the shore Screaming, "Stop gazing and swim to save us all
na-na-na (na-na, na-na!): We're the survivors, yes: the Black survivors! I tell you what: some people got everything; Some people got nothing; Some people got hopes and dreams
dirty breeze And after it rains, there's a rainbow And all of the colors are black It's not that the colors aren't there It's just imagination they lack Everything
if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about KI's, it's all poison How could you call yourself
on you When you think everything's okay and everything's goin' right, right And life has a funny way nobody helpin' you out when You think everyhing's gone wrong and everything
