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Black Chick White Guy / I Am The Bullgod [Explicit]
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Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tale
Of 2 like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the 2 both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tale of a broken home
Her mama was an alkie and more like a friend
Had 3 different kids from 3 different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the 2 kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshittin' and whatten
That day came the 2 started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin' out the car when he was 15
Climbin in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' after lunch in the Jr High bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
9th grade came "I'm pregnant"
Shit got frantic and man, oh Lord it was a tough decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right, it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up
Where is it? Who is it? How is it? Was it right?
These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'
Now as time went on the the 2 kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigga
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the 1st guy did was just love her
While that punk muthafucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child
She asked the 1st guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20, 000 people hip hoppin' on the floor
And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did, he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail, but first she had his son
Oh and now what to do?
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'
And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'
Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of Saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby
The guy was like, Oh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even 2
Said I want your child or I'm leavin' you
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too
Slut
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, "I'm pregnant"
And if that ain't some shit 'cause
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the 4th of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends
Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chick another kid popped out
And that shit's real ill
Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
Huh, and he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
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I am the Bullgod
I am free and I feed
On all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I'm like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the Carhartt flannel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean
But I be hangin' tough with my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp
Back in '86, man, I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
So ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
And the twelve step program couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin'
Unh, huh, huh, said I'm trippin'
I am the Bullgod
I am free and I feed
On all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight, uh
You can't cap with the master, son
So sit your ass down 'fore I blast you one
'Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud
And I feel a little Hank running through my blood
I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
You can bid all day, but I can't be bought
Uh, break it up, let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my Walkman but before I cut
I go behind the garage and fire it up
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin'
Huh, huh, said I'm trippin' (Didn't you know?)
I am the Bullgod
I am free and I feed
On all that is forsaken
Forsaken
Psh... You ain't nothin'
Ahh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come on get 'em up
Come on get 'em up
Come on get 'em up
I am the Bullgod
I am free and I feed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
On all that is forsaken
I am the Bullgod (yeah)
I am free and I feed
On all that is forsaken
I get a feeling of peace
From a low slow high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you could say I'm out of hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
Every time that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my veins are poppin' and I'm holdin' a nine
I am the Bullgod, you understand?
And here in my hand is my master plan
I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I see through you!
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