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[The Cool Kids:]
You was gettin your hair whipped for the weekend
You fresh off work and just got paid
I only inch a line at the right time
Baby tell me what’s your sign, if you like
Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Aries, Scorpio, and Capricorn
Are you a Libra, Aquarius or Sagittarius, tryna get that accent on woh
You need a drink? Said I need to get you a cup
You want a ring? You said he ain’t give you one
You tell em I can’t stand a brokeass man you and your best friends swap your clothes
And all my niggas say "I can’t stand these brokeass hoes
All they do is wear chokers and charge their phones"
And if the Trump campaign can run these states then this shit finna break it I can’t wait
Where are my ladies? In me!
In me mama, Y 3 mama, Gucci mama, Mariani mama, Imma, imma

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Smooth like butter on silk with milk
A stove with the burner on tilt and it’s hot
Like a spicy ass pepper and a ghost habanero
Rockin gold like a pharaoh shorty bought a ream I tear up
What you find, what’s your sign, do we match
On the floor, running man, cabbage patch
Hit the rocks, grabbin on em backwards
She’s just tryna guess my password
DJ runnin back hundred racks bet in black
I see you tryna work it out want a lap on a track
It’s lookin right in the wrong way
Be alone jogging past Craig in the driveway
Fine. Damn. I need another ham
Pick it up, pick it up, yeah there’s been a change of plans
Quarter past nine, think nickel past a dime, we ain’t talkin half dollers put it in a money counter

[Jeremih:]
Lookin at the time, I see it’s quarter past 9
I feel it, I gotta get down with you

[The Cool Kids:]
Hey, a shiny knight um, I be that for ya
Talkin nights off, come here, can ya
I’m mixin my drums, straight up
I play your favorite song, I hope this is it
Where the talk on, then a text, I missed ya
It ain’t no fun if it ain’t on yo playlist
Talkin Jeremih, Mikey Box, Chuck Inglish, we gone

I gotta get down with you
I gotta get down with you

[Verse]
I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas
Gas up all these niggas, cause these niggas they be bogus
I’mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
And I’m smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?]
I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker
And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga cause he tried to screw me over
I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover
I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over
And she a diamond bitch but nonetheless I had to mold her
We total opposites but I think that would make us closer
I’m smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar
She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her
I need a rida bitch for all the nights shit when get colder
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon’ fuck you for exposure
I wake up counting chips like every morning like it’s Folgers
I keep the chopper with me, cause these niggas they be vultures
Your bitch she bopping with me and I’m tryna get to know her
And now I’m driving 60 finna go and bend her over

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

[Verse]
Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me
I got enemies that I don’t know I keep the torch with me
[?] I brought the bros with me
And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me
Then you can’t smoke with me
Swear these bitches getting old to me
They do the most to me
I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me
Then you can’t roll with me
Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

[Verse]
I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas
Gas up all these niggas, cause these niggas they be bogus
I’mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
And I’m smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?]
I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker
And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga cause he tried to screw me over
I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover
I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over
And she a diamond bitch but nonetheless I had to mold her
We total opposites but I think that would make us closer
I’m smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar
She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her
I need a rida bitch for all the nights shit when get colder
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon’ fuck you for exposure
I wake up counting chips like every morning like it’s Folgers
I keep the chopper with me, cause these niggas they be vultures
Your bitch she bopping with me and I’m tryna get to know her
And now I’m driving 60 finna go and bend her over

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

[Verse]
Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me
I got enemies that I don’t know I keep the torch with me
[?] I brought the bros with me
And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me
Then you can’t smoke with me
Swear these bitches getting old to me
They do the most to me
I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me
Then you can’t roll with me
Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

Pt. I

[Intro]
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won’t loot
We may never understand each other it’s no use
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

[Verse 1]
Black boy, black boy, we ain’t gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don’t like the sight of you
Pull up on the side of you
Window rolled down, profiled
And then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably coming from the dope house
We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you’re hiding that Heidi Klum on you
And you’re on another drug charge, homie, it’s back inside for you
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true pistol drew right at you we be delighted to unload it
In your bedroom, walk up, and lay that taser in the side of you
What the fuck am I gonna do?
I keep telling myself keep doing like you’re doing
No matter how many lives you ruin
It’s for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one’s ever indicted you
Why?

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Nobody can tell me shit ’cause I’m a (big rockstar)

[Verse 2]
Black boy, black boy, we don’t get your culture and
We don’t care what our government’s done to fuck you over, man
Don’t tell us your attitude’s a result of that
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at
Why you kicking that soda can?
Pull your pants up
We bought to roll up, and
Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
You don’t have to know our plan or what our intentions are
Our guns are close to our chest
You better show your hands
And put our minds more at ease
And you’ll get shot in the thyroid, ’cause you might die, boy
We fighting a crime war
Here come the swine
Tryna’ clean up these streets from all these minorities
That’s why we call them pigstye’s for
They’re like eyesores to police
Talk to you like you’re a piece of trash
Feels like we’re stuck in a time warp to me
As I kick these facts, and
Get these mixed reactions
As this beat backspins
It like we’re drifting back into the 60s
Having black-skin is risky, ’cause this keeps happening
Throughout history, African-American’s have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it’s been embarrassing to be a

[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
‘Cause you’re a white boy, white boy
You’re a rockstar (My momma talk to me
Try to tell me how to live)
White boy, white boy, in your cop car (But I don’t listen to her
‘Cause my head is like a sieve)
White boy, white boy, you’re untouchable (The world’s coming to an end, I don’t even care)
Nobody can tell me shit cause I’m a (big rockstar)

Pt. II

[Verse 3]
Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can’t escape my circumstance
I’d rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it’s better to describe banter
But that’s life
Strapped, ’cause we’re strapped financially
And can’t find answers
We’re applying for McDonald’s
It seems like the only franchise that’ll hire, so how can we have higher standards
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence
But acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes wack lives madder
At cops and cops madder
And that’s why it’s at a stalemate
Can’t arrive at a compromise so it’s Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyard offices
Not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
And man, stop, sending white cops, into black neighborhoods
‘Cause they ain’t acclimated to ’em
Like that’s the way to do it
Who’s seen some fuckin’ videos of rappers waving guns
And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that’s racism
Fear to the black face gives them
A subconscious racist
Wait, why is there black neighborhoods?
‘Cause America segregated us
Designated us, to an area
Separated us
Section-eight’d us
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
And education sucks, every days another
Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids, but can’t escape
The sirens
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
In
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
And we’re trapped in, these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Lions, tigers and bears oh my! More like billy clubs and
Gats
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause
We’re black
"But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
While people with nothing to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck is the boots?
And streets act as a narrator
Don’t gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped, with a derringer- or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
‘Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
Always see some B charges
We see them beat Rodney King and got off
So we don’t need all your crooked police peace officer offerings
Just keep marching, til’ we reach congress
But they gonna say you’re tying to take an irrational stance cause you try to slander the flag
But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kapernick tantrum if you don’t stand for the national anthem
We raised it, you better praise it or you’ll be made to feel like a traitor, we’ll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the bravest still, racist spills
So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free that made people slaves to build

[Verse 1]
Without even tryin’ when I close my eyes
I see you walking ’round inside of my head
Looking up at the sky shining brighter than the single sunrise
It’s every been red

[Pre-Chorus]
And I wanna hold you hold you
Holding in the warm sunshine
If I never told you told you
I’m giving you the rest of my life

[Chorus]
‘Cause we got the fire tonight
And it makes me wanna
Dance with my baby in the dead of the night
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght
And I’ll be right beside you babe ’til the end of time

[Verse 2]
I been bragging about you baby
You can bet I’ve been calling up all of my friends
Don’t you know I’ve been counting down the days
Feeling just crazy enough to call up your old man

[Pre-Chorus]
And I wanna hold you hold you
Holding in the warm sunshine
If I never told you told you
I’m giving you the rest of my life

[Chorus]
‘Cause we got the fire tonight
And it makes me wanna
Dance with my baby in the dead of the night
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght
I’ll be right beside you babe till the end of time

[Instrumental]

[Pre-Chorus]
And I wanna hold you hold you
Holding in the warm sunshine
If I never told you told you
I’m giving you the rest of my life

[Chorus]
‘Cause we got the fire tonight
And it makes me wanna
Dance with my baby in the dead of the night
Just keep on moving and grooving to the daylght
And I’ll be right beside you babe till the end of time

I wanna hold you hold you