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the little ppl - colored people time lyrics

[asani hard]
homie don’t play no shade

homie don’t play no shade, i see life in loving color
convos, all in my sleep with pac and michael n-gga
i’m gone, tell me i’m gone join them after life lil’ n-gga
i know, i know i ten fold i know this life was written
b, i-to-the-g
riding on e
how we gone eat?
lie through my t–th
told me they keep
eye to the streets
got what we need
got lil’ freak, outta my league
right in them jeans, pop through the seam
swallow my seed, follow my lead
don’t slip on your pimp or they run amok

i am the backbone when it hurts, i’m the exact product of black mamas when baby father don’t work
get the money, get money
told big homie can you show me to the bag?
can i just sit and watch you?
but he just really showed a n-gga not to
i had to learn to walk again, bed rest after i graduated
used to post outside in freezing cold until the song finished
all to get yo b-tch to say that sh-t amazing
get down lil’ ma , get down lil’ ma
naw naw, sit down lil’ boy
sucker n-gga think he something
flip ya’ n-gga brick or something

[dre baker]
b-tch i bet you think you somethin’

aye you know yo pants saggin’
i’m like b-tch i know!
now gone and fix my burger better make it mondo
while i facilitate this money pr-nto
lebron or rondo, rondo, rondo!
im a player in the clutch so my cane in the clutch
need a dope verse you ain’t saying too much
gone and throw the hook i’ma pan with the punch
line’em all up only fades when i cut
split his wig open use his head for a dutch
vegetarian its asparagus for lunch
sound like carrots when it crunch like i stepped on my watch
gettin’ brain from a cougar i’m ahead of my time, wait
straight, running on cpt never cared for the time
wait i’ma, i’ma be late for my funeral
you better gone and tell her i done f-cked a few of you
‘cuz when my girl around i’m actin’ dumb like who are you? who are you?

it’s imperative to have two pairs of chicks pale in comparison, to heritage they only there for d-ck and smoking medicine, what marriages? yo crown can barely fit i need that ettiquet
get every bit that give me head where ever i am headed sh-t –

-music slows down

[dre baker]
uh!

kiss her bye just hoping that sh-t reciprocate
see it’s a different taste when she been in her feelings late
lifeless lips i press up against she feel the fake
she signed the kid away write it in as my pencil pase
birthdays and holidays start to blend together
in the store like who most important for a christmas present
you be the judge how much of my life was your endeavor
family first that void you claimed you would fill forever
‘17 the year that i lost my n-gga nate, used to talk sh-t and say can’t show hungry your dinner plate
now bare with me this might sound like f-cked up sh-t to say, i think you would be here today of you stayed locked down in the state
trying to make an album got me out my groove
trying to piece it, be cohesive and less common than you
see they say they want good music but common is cool
but i don’t even follow the leader why would i follow a fool?

[asani hard]
i feel like life could be much more simpler now-a-days
we just make it hard, make it
what is the last name for?
soul ain’t mischievous and i hope they hearing it
praying they could be us
freaky friday switching bodies
they come, stake out invade ya home, way past your privacy
and once yo’ sh-t on road it’s public property
where it’s guap guap chicken get some fop fop stick a n-gga
knock parts off him like a chop shop
they say rain out your heart or that dark light’ll take ya
i’m on this limb sick in the head i’m on this ledge i’m dry heaving
on this dark night no day lit
how many we done laid to rest?
the best is yet to come
ppl
it’s in your welfare, your benefit to hear me quote
hit dre, with our roll dawgs, same as big mike and lavinio
while them simple n-ggas argue about what page 15 be on
i was probably running late then
gotta make it make sense

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