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Cyhi The Prynce

Genres: Hip-Hop

Barry White Lyrics - Cyhi The Prynce

Midnight, seems so nice to me 

It's the start of a new day 

And there's no place in this world that I'd rather be than right here 

With midnight and you 

Right on baby 

Right on 

 

CYHI! 

 

It started round 1976 

Back when white folks was the only ones selling bricks 

A little mary jane was the most you got arrested with 

They hit you with some charges but it really never stick 

Back when my daddy was bumping Earth, Wind and Fire 

Blowing 'erb from the earth and the wind wants to hit the fire 

We wasn't selling them shawty, we was just the buyers 

This was back when blacks first started getting hired 

Then something perspired in the early 80s 

Ronald Reagan introduced us to that perfect lady 

If you cook it right its just like a cooking rice 

Now your pockets looking right then you bought your first Mercedes 

Now people getting addicted, mamas having early babies 

The streets is getting crazy so you bought your first .380 

And thats when niggas started dying every night 

So go and sell some weed cause nigga this shit can carry life 

I'm here to bury white 

 

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I'm here to bury white 

I'm here to bury white 

I'm here to bury white 

CYHI! 

 

Fast forward 1990 is the year 

It started as a hustle, niggas made it a career 

Now we fucking bitches, got paper up in here 

Niggas killing in the 90s thought the 80s was severe 

All them leaders in the hood, they took y'all from us 

Fucked around and gave them all football numbers 

Like rap shows, niggas was getting booked all summer 

Them foes don't give a fuck about ya 

Throw that book at yo momma, your honor 

Imagine growing up without a father 

Section 8 your family always gotta ride the MARTA 

Selling drugs was the only way I got a Starter 

Jacket, and some Jordans thats what the television taught us 

And our daughters 

Missing with no amber alert, probably with some little boys 

With they hands up her skirt 

Her momma dancing, going to work 

Even got married twice 

Cause the first husband got indicted for that Barry White 

Thats why I'm here to bury white 

 

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Now it's the early 2000's and the streets grew violent 

From the baking soda and the see-through Pyrex 

Mixed with Viola, be careful when you meet new clients 

For the love of money they'll creep through silent 

All you hear is police blue sirens 

He used to play ball, went to a D-II college 

Dropped out, met a plug from overseas who's supplying 

Whoever thought niggas in the streets knew science? 

How we get them bricks if we never own the boat? 

They give you more time for hard than for soft 

But on the low, the laws were made against us 

Thats how they Willie Lynched us 

Cause we only sold crack, we was never known for coke 

They say it ain't over till the fat lady sings 

But it's crazy how your own parter can hold a note 

Better than Kelly Price just to save his petty life 

Instead of giving you Barry Sanders, they gave you Jerry Rice 

 

Thats why I'm here to bury white 

 

Let's sprinkle some crack on him and get outta here 

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