Letras:
De La Soul Weed 3 Black Thought

you hoe! (oh yeah me true true) You can be down too! ***** Yo yo, whatever to that I got this thought shit right here yo, black thought I got that shit

got this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought I got that shit DOWN PAT Check hold on hold on let me hit that [inhales] (Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!) Got that Thought

I control mine [echo] Time to take you back into time Follow this here One way out This black hole For this black soul Shit is outta control I

to everyone he was evil A fever minded young man with infinite potetial The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

blown of with Reve Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man Them New Haven jams Me and Blackman running crazy scams, Not a black

the evidence Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress My conscience is black and it?s strange

Dude we crossin' the color line, nuff money nuff weed Make a tuff nigga colorblind We rap for curb servers that hop in and out of cars Rep four cats wit 3

talking about black guys Talking about how young black guys are targeted Targeted by who? America You see 1 in every 100 Americans are locked up One in every 9 black

everyone he was evil a feeble minded young man with infinite potential the product of a ghetto bred capitalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed