BLACKS N MEXICANS (Explicit)
Schoolboy Q, Ty Dolla $ign, B.Real"BLACKS N MEXICANS (Explicit)" is a song by Schoolboy Q, Ty Dolla $ign, B.Real, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:40 long and contains 66 lines and 528 words.
Lyrics
0:02It's crazy 'cause we all started together
0:05You know you go next door to Mario house on the real
0:08Y'all exchange video games know each other on a personal level
0:12Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another
0:15We done lost sight of the greater good on the real
0:18We just live in peace and harmony
0:20'Cause we all come from God
0:21At the end of the day talk to 'em
0:23LA LA LA LA ayy
0:25He either blood or he Crip or ese ayy
0:28I be out in Compton wearin' nae nae ayy
0:30Then I slide to Bompton rest in peace Frog
0:33I'm a Westside n***a yeah the best side
0:35Got some real steppers with me from the Eastside
0:382022 I'm runnin' for the mayor
0:41Big bro said Lil' homie get your paper
0:44Mama kicked me out the house she said I'm disrespectful
0:46My lil' brother went to prison we was livin' reckless
0:49Sergio was next door we did our first tattoo
0:51And you ain't Taylor Gang if
0:53You ain't got it blasted on you ooh
0:55Welcome to the jungle in my hand holdin' thunder
0:57On my block call my number put your a*s in the slumber
0:59Runnin' hot like the Cali Summer
1:01When I was younger the division used to put us under
1:04Now don't you wonder runnin' blind from the one time
1:07See us in and out the county on the gray line
1:10And all I ever had was money on my f**kin' mind
1:12Now I'm livin' in the war zone gettin' mine
1:15You understand
1:16We was gonna walk out on them
1:19On they Cinco de Mayo thing
1:21So we did
1:22Ayy eighth grade I never walked the stage
1:24We had took too many fades
1:25I was f**kin' up grades
1:27It was black versus Mexican fightin'
1:28In the locker room
1:30Walkin' down the block at night
1:31Hop out pop at you
1:32Always with the extra never turn down
1:35It was mixed dimes and dubs
1:36'Til we got the whole pound
1:38Po po police always gettin' profiled
1:40Black rest in peace they did my n***as so foul
1:43Me and JM twenty took the fifties off
1:46We was out on 54 Mils and GCasso
1:48Push as hell B we had the bitty on lock
1:51Can't believe we lost
1:52Your pops always said we'd be on top
1:54Tried tell me thug n***as don't live that long
1:56Tried tell me Thug n***as don't live that long
2:02They tried to tell me that I'd never make it oh
2:09I got pistols hopin' to fade what's the play uh
2:13N***a you gettin' smoked underage feelin' godly ayy
2:16This molly my only crime brrt brrt ooh yeah
2:19Tiffany shades this a wave
2:20For the fame and change all we wanna be was gang ayy
2:24Throw the chamber or knock gon' be hangin'
2:25We on the way uh
2:26Enemies deaf crackers we can't escape uh
2:29Judge give me twenty hell on my mother's face agh
2:32Many men in minivan hit the gate uh
2:34Mask hoodie 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race uh
2:37Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith
2:40No fathers dead homies another day brrt brrt brrt
It's crazy 'cause we all started together You know you go next door to Mario house on the real Y'all exchange video games know each other on a personal level Now that these crackers got us at odds with one another We done lost sight of the greater good on the real We just live in peace and harmony 'Cause we all come from God At the end of the day talk to 'em LA LA LA LA ayy He either blood or he Crip or ese ayy I be out in Compton wearin' nae nae ayy Then I slide to Bompton rest in peace Frog I'm a Westside n***a yeah the best side Got some real steppers with me from the Eastside 2022 I'm runnin' for the mayor Big bro said Lil' homie get your paper Mama kicked me out the house she said I'm disrespectful My lil' brother went to prison we was livin' reckless Sergio was next door we did our first tattoo And you ain't Taylor Gang if You ain't got it blasted on you ooh Welcome to the jungle in my hand holdin' thunder On my block call my number put your a*s in the slumber Runnin' hot like the Cali Summer When I was younger the division used to put us under Now don't you wonder runnin' blind from the one time See us in and out the county on the gray line And all I ever had was money on my f**kin' mind Now I'm livin' in the war zone gettin' mine You understand We was gonna walk out on them On they Cinco de Mayo thing So we did Ayy eighth grade I never walked the stage We had took too many fades I was f**kin' up grades It was black versus Mexican fightin' In the locker room Walkin' down the block at night Hop out pop at you Always with the extra never turn down It was mixed dimes and dubs 'Til we got the whole pound Po po police always gettin' profiled Black rest in peace they did my n***as so foul Me and JM twenty took the fifties off We was out on 54 Mils and GCasso Push as hell B we had the bitty on lock Can't believe we lost Your pops always said we'd be on top Tried tell me thug n***as don't live that long Tried tell me Thug n***as don't live that long They tried to tell me that I'd never make it oh I got pistols hopin' to fade what's the play uh N***a you gettin' smoked underage feelin' godly ayy This molly my only crime brrt brrt ooh yeah Tiffany shades this a wave For the fame and change all we wanna be was gang ayy Throw the chamber or knock gon' be hangin' We on the way uh Enemies deaf crackers we can't escape uh Judge give me twenty hell on my mother's face agh Many men in minivan hit the gate uh Mask hoodie 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race uh Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith No fathers dead homies another day brrt brrt brrt
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