16 ShotsBlend in, and stay out the sun, because the darker you are, the shorter the run
Blend in, and stay out the sun, because the darker you are, the shorter the run
I'm from the 17th, reppin' Hollygrove slow, on the slick like cause my skins light, and the pigs might try to follow me home, so I blur up where I come from
I'm camouflaging in this southern breeze, by the bourgeoisie, the creole's in the east that can do slick backs without hair grease, braggin' over tea about about their house slave genealogy
Blend in, and stay out the sun, because the darker you are, the shorter the run
Blend in, and stay out the sun, because the darker you are, the shorter the run