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Black, black, black
The cloaked out lifestyle is
Black, black, black
The cloaked out lifestyle is
Black, black, black
The cloaked out lifestyle is
Black, black, black
Looking through the lens, do you scope two hooligans?
The black cloak, hides a multitude of sins
The culprits is friends, stole chicks and ends
They tend to throw caution to the wind
So it begins, Lord knows
For the hard dough, we play it hard nose
Mastered by Ricardo
The shape shifter, ripped a Kitchenaid sifter from a weight lifter
He’s one hell of a great grifter
Late gifter, but moreover
Got pots if your coffee drip drop or it pour over
The tour’s over? Man, the hustle don’t stop
Rip the Icy Hot off of your sore shoulder
Uh, ye-ye-ye-yes y’all
Got finessed by the hot mess with the recessed jaw
On his third strike, no beisbol
‘Bout to hit the turnpike when the Feds call
We could strip the funds or phish from your mother
It’s six of one, half a dozen of the other
Go and get your guns or run for some cover
It’s six of one, half a dozen of the other
It’s six of one
It’s six of one
It’s six of one
It’s six of one, half a dozen of the other
No matter how the Dow ticks
Could be down a thou six
It’s never stopping shorties from sending ahegao pics
Tongue out, hair blue like Curaçao mix
Well endowed chicks with cowlicks who pound Twix
And never condemn creeps who REM sleep in rental Jeeps
He hate to see a grown man tremble and weep
So he win the series four to one, you know Gentleman’s Sweep
Now peep, a Ganga been cursed for years
Thirst for beers, used to looking worse for wear
That’s for damn, stalling plans
Wearing nothing but an ESD wristband, installing RAM
My man, how you got breeding material
Feeding you cereal just exceeding ethereal
He told him hop off Matter ov Fact’s scrotum
When you’s a cloak boss, you ain’t no factotum
We could strip the funds or phish from your mother
It’s six of one, half a dozen of the other
Go and get your guns or run for some cover
It’s six of one, half a dozen of the other
It’s six of one
It’s six of one
It’s six of one
It’s six of one, half a dozen of the other
Yo MoF is
Black, black, black
The color of his soul is
Black, black, black
Yeah, his engine oil is
Black, black, black
The cloaked out lifestyle is
Black, black, black
I just made love on the carpet in the livingroom while this album played in the background. There's sex in this music! Among other good things. Merci Moka! Jelger de Verzwelger
