Lời bài hát December 24
[Intro] It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of America be recognized as a genuine dialect of English. It is in every sense of the word... Yeah, uh, uh, uh [Verse] Allen with the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet Alley-oopin' all the shit home Powered-up, out for the assist Don't panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho How you want them ribs smoked, family? Uh Ten toes, know you on your shit already Big stone, granite and your fist balled Standin' on the strip Don't panic when the pig come Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get home Tally up—tally up the wins though Don't think he said he pro-violence But it's gon' be your problem if he did, though I lived out the way, ayy Palace where the Crips stay Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his shit Bang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste 'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drip drink How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank My doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the strength Ask him, "That's just how it is?" say "You die and then you live, huh?" Your heart and then your limbs break Just catch me when I slip, bro What's poppin'? Like a hip bone I told you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the spliff roll The wind get the ashes in the end, bro We been took your pass and your credentials, uh Bad apple, daily clashin' with my kinfolk Bad acid did damage to my mental Show you right, it took some passages to get grown They been called me savage from the get go Uh
