[Ludacris - Chorus] See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride See batman, cruisin' in my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all
dealt with for the low Black man's World, white man drugs No discrimination for my Mexican bloods [Chorus] See I'm black man chillin with my black man
(feat. Ludacris) [Ludacris - Chorus] See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride See batman, cruisin' in my black man ride Making white man money
: (feat. Ludacris) [Ludacris - Chorus] See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride See batman, cruisin' in my black man ride Making white man
he aint have nothing he used to stall em now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him and my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big and now
[Chorus ? Rick Ross & Wale] [Rick Ross] 600 Benz, house six hundred grand That was six years ago, whips come from Japan I get that work on my face I get
t ever smoke Weed I can't pronounce man This shit would leave Rosetta stoned This man can single handedly save the culture You got no spark you need some lighter man
's nothing I can say [x2] She rockin' that shit like [Rick Ross:] Fresh as a black president one Air force ones in my air force one (obama) Is it all a dream
someone assassinate, And I feel like MLK Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare, And now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ross
this town with the key to that boss All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss Got another white on white I call that Rick Ross, Ross You
he aint have nothing he used to stall em now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him and my pockets on swole, I?m talking Rick Ross big and now
black gon back, I got pistols on deck They gave cuz seven flat, how many niggas gon rat Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man It had
Rick ross: Trilla Birdman: brrrr! Webbie: the lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody handin him shit Ridin round town glamour and glistenin
shoes "New" as "York" Still skinnin them chickens, that's food for thought I'm a blockstar - BOSS, Frank Lucas in the flesh Fila's sweatsuits, three Cuban's
assassinate, And I feel like MLK Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare, And now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm a
with the crucifix So much ice in it makes it all gin & juice with this B O double S that's my nigga ROSS And that's my Cali connect, cause I can get it
