December 24

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

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