Blue Magic by Sol ChYld Lyrics
This that chase music
This that sit and blaze to it
This that new generation shit
This that momma was raised to this
This that poppa was selling stones
And we grew up in broken home
Barely fording what we own
And owning none
And only loaned
Government assistance
And penny pinching on living
But we can maintain a image
A life we wish we were giving
Ouuu mama just got her food stamps
“Ouu damn”
Goes news man
Again
There the hooligans
That robbed and killed
Right by the food stand
Uh
This that black music
Epidemic of crack music
Still effective us that music
Bag and sell by the pack music
Packing it up
Ante up
If you run
I’ma aim at ya
And my nigga
No amateurs
This that shit that they want from us
They gon
Ride around on the block
(Ou Ou)
Make shit hot
(Ou Ou)
Thing gon pop
(Ou Ou)
Thing gon pop
(Ou Ou)
Mom on block
(Ou ou)
Crying nonstop
(Ou Ou)
Summer real hot
(Ou Ou)
Baby got shot
This that shit that they want from us
This that shit that they want from us
This that shit
Locked on wrist
Fuck for rent
Rent got spent
Stomach empty
Hood look empty
Nigga with me
Nigga with me
This that shit
(This that shit)
Locked on wrist
(Locked In wrist)
Fuck for rent
Rent got spent
Stomach empty
Hood look
“I’ve been living off noodles and tune fish for the past 3 three days my nigga”
“I mean he said he said he ready for the baby
And we still living at his momma house”
“Rodney! Shirley still selling food stamps?”
Yes Ms.Jenkins
The fuck you thinking
Nigga dies around this way so ain’t no blinking
It get cold around these parts so bring your blanket
Carry the nine
They ain’t no slime
Just chase them franklins
Benjamin’s
Don’t be round here trying to press some button
This just end
Half these niggas out here probably bluffing
I think
Half these niggas talk is just worth nothing
Shout out to my fam
And all my cousins
Hope y’all love it
This that breaking through backdoors
I move shit like fast forward
A bop no diddy no bad boy
This some way before that boy
This that fuck up the black boys
This that booger sugar
That just Lit hood up
Getting rid of gooder I
And the shoulda would
Drinking sugar water
This a nappy head bastard
Who ya father
You gooner
You don’t wanna
Fuck with Uncle Sam
Sam you can
Kiss my ass
Kick the can
Colonize
And start again
This that Reganomic
Straight in yo face like a comic
Where is the change that you promise
Hon nest ly
Please don’t not fuck with me
I knuck and buck with ease
Freedom no luxury
Freedom don’t fuck me
This is a pimp name slick back
Bottom bitch bring tips back
Or get socked like mix match
On the block for his cash
And she selling ass
Or selling stamps
Or selling bags
Or in the back of paddy wag
I feel bad for the kids had
Batter up with a foot on last
Amerikkk got a foot up yo ass
Put up a fight or put mag
Smith & Wesson
Bullets blessing
Block on block
Stain with ketchup
Niggas catch up
Must heard I say
They relish masta
Run away slave
What’s your name
The ship moved backward
This that sit and blaze to it
This that new generation shit
This that momma was raised to this
This that poppa was selling stones
And we grew up in broken home
Barely fording what we own
And owning none
And only loaned
Government assistance
And penny pinching on living
But we can maintain a image
A life we wish we were giving
Ouuu mama just got her food stamps
“Ouu damn”
Goes news man
Again
There the hooligans
That robbed and killed
Right by the food stand
Uh
This that black music
Epidemic of crack music
Still effective us that music
Bag and sell by the pack music
Packing it up
Ante up
If you run
I’ma aim at ya
And my nigga
No amateurs
This that shit that they want from us
They gon
Ride around on the block
(Ou Ou)
Make shit hot
(Ou Ou)
Thing gon pop
(Ou Ou)
Thing gon pop
(Ou Ou)
Mom on block
(Ou ou)
Crying nonstop
(Ou Ou)
Summer real hot
(Ou Ou)
Baby got shot
This that shit that they want from us
This that shit that they want from us
This that shit
Locked on wrist
Fuck for rent
Rent got spent
Stomach empty
Hood look empty
Nigga with me
Nigga with me
This that shit
(This that shit)
Locked on wrist
(Locked In wrist)
Fuck for rent
Rent got spent
Stomach empty
Hood look
“I’ve been living off noodles and tune fish for the past 3 three days my nigga”
“I mean he said he said he ready for the baby
And we still living at his momma house”
“Rodney! Shirley still selling food stamps?”
Yes Ms.Jenkins
The fuck you thinking
Nigga dies around this way so ain’t no blinking
It get cold around these parts so bring your blanket
Carry the nine
They ain’t no slime
Just chase them franklins
Benjamin’s
Don’t be round here trying to press some button
This just end
Half these niggas out here probably bluffing
I think
Half these niggas talk is just worth nothing
Shout out to my fam
And all my cousins
Hope y’all love it
This that breaking through backdoors
I move shit like fast forward
A bop no diddy no bad boy
This some way before that boy
This that fuck up the black boys
This that booger sugar
That just Lit hood up
Getting rid of gooder I
And the shoulda would
Drinking sugar water
This a nappy head bastard
Who ya father
You gooner
You don’t wanna
Fuck with Uncle Sam
Sam you can
Kiss my ass
Kick the can
Colonize
And start again
This that Reganomic
Straight in yo face like a comic
Where is the change that you promise
Hon nest ly
Please don’t not fuck with me
I knuck and buck with ease
Freedom no luxury
Freedom don’t fuck me
This is a pimp name slick back
Bottom bitch bring tips back
Or get socked like mix match
On the block for his cash
And she selling ass
Or selling stamps
Or selling bags
Or in the back of paddy wag
I feel bad for the kids had
Batter up with a foot on last
Amerikkk got a foot up yo ass
Put up a fight or put mag
Smith & Wesson
Bullets blessing
Block on block
Stain with ketchup
Niggas catch up
Must heard I say
They relish masta
Run away slave
What’s your name
The ship moved backward