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(That’s right The wait is over Consider yourself blessed) Oh no This can’t be It says I’m 102% African With a 2% margin of error Why Lord? Why? Well, I’m black now But the first thing I did was quit all of my jobs I don’t know how I’m supposed to pay the bills Probably have to start sellin crack, or rappin Or rappin ‘bout sellin crack Fool, this is all in yo damn head You the exact same fool you were last week You were black then, you’re black now And you gon be black tomorrow Ain’t nothing wrong with being black If you give it a chance you might actually like it, mhm Well, this is what niggas do, right? Buy snickers And maybe later we’ll buy loud stereos and be rapin’ women in rap lyrics Letras de cancionesI’m black, I’m not walkin to the moon I’m walkin to the liquor store Woa woa woa hold it right there What have you done, hah? What have you done? Come on, get get get outta here That’s right, that’s right Get your lady asses some exercise Ya’ll should just gon be rappin Get into a beef and then shoot each other From Letras Mania