Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow
(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark) Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Seven a.m., waking up in
(Angie Martinez): It's funny 'cause, you know, we've been asking people what they wanted to know. I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with
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[Wiz Khalifa] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you
Get another boyfriend Backstreet Check it Hey hey hey, yeah Let's talk about one baby You gotta hear me out Think you really wanna be the last to know
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make
Thank you, thank you Thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest Turn the music up in the headphones Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves We're tired of beatin' our head against the wall And workin' for someone else We're people, we're just
Hmm, aahhhh I see a red door and I want to paint it black No colors in my life, you better turn them black I see people walking by, dressed in their colorful
ohohohohoh (gregorian chants) the bell tolls the black plague has struck diseased eyes roll upwards as if knowing which direction their souls will
I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go Turn the music up
[Ludacris - Chorus] See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride See batman, cruisin' in my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all
Black is the color of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon
Black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon
When the thorn bush turns white that's when I'll come home I am going out to see what I can sow And I don't know where I'll go And I don't know what I
I am amused You seem to love me But be reserved Before you huff me I'm used to winners I need the fame And if you touched me You'd be my shame Your