White out But black inside, With the rhythms of black beat, Thinkin' my black mind. Middle finger, niggas, up, Ghetto style is on, Our black studio Is in small black town. Mike Rice at the mic, Try to rap some more, No crack, no girls, Just weed and whores. No boss, two bros, All together right now, Some shit, fuck, we Are doing one sound. So we try to do black music, Often sounds like crap, But we are brave enough To call this music "rap". So here is kick and clap, And also nigga's band, And our fucking style, But we have no fan. Man, we like to play a ball, And like some KFC, But we have no choice, To rec on the PC. And greet two niggas, Start of our way, Listen our black music On our black wave.
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Poor district, Two natures, You're shocked, When you see these black creatures. Street music, Two figures, You will love These motherfucking niggas.
[Verse2]
Now all niggas get up, Cause PG at the mic, I'm doing black music, Cause black music I like, I don't want riding bike, I just need skateboard, Black culture not just in USA It goes abroad. Ghetto town is called Kolpino, Don't find on the map, Fucking style was born here, Here was born our band. A-style, motherfucker, One day you will repeat, We're black wild lions, Who are looking for meat. When you listen our music, I think, aren't going to drop, Nothing new in lyrics, Nothing new in hip-hop, But our fucking style, May be it's worth to listen, You told that "shit", May be you will become missing. Poor district, Two natures, You're shocked, When you see these black creatures. Street music, Two figures, You will love These motherfucking niggas.
[Chorus]
Poor district, Two natures, You're shocked, When you see these black creatures. Street music, Two figures, You will love These motherfucking niggas.