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Tank and the Bangas
Featuring(s) : Alex Isley & Masego
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[Intro: Alex Isley] Ah, ah, ah (Yeah, yeah) Ah, ah, ah-ah Da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da-da-da-da Da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da-da-da-da Da, da, da, da, da Da, da [Verse 1: Tank & Alex Isley] I love Black folk (Black) Black look like a revolution (Black) Look like a family reunion in the park Black look like it's a different world Sound like a crawfish boil in New Orleans Black folk joke around like Martin and got paintings from JJ in the living room It sounds strong, look like sacrifice It be, flowers blooming in the summertime Black sound like old songs, smell like good food And it tastes like heart disease But it feel like maze at Jazz Fest Black sound like something that hurt, like a hard test Black sound like skin, like something dark It look like hair, yeah, Black sound like rough hair, and good hair Look like history, sound spiritual Black sound like years, like working, like night Black sound like money, look like Walmart Like corner stores, like cash registers singing Black sound like four-hundred years, smell like Oprah! Impactful like Martin, look like Cicely Tyson Sing like Nina, got a ass like Serena Feel like broken homes and Section 8 Black smell like crack and collard greens Sounds motivational, feels like church Look like big Sunday hats and ribbons [Chorus: Tank] Smile like your mama Eyes like the sun Beautiful child, oh, you're the one Fly like your daddy Make me so happy Beautiful child, oh, you're the one [Verse 2: Tank] Sound like thick plaits swingin' and sneaky uncles Look like Tyler Perry making money Sound like hating, feel frustrating, don't it? Like they don't get it, like they won't ever get it, huh? Like, "Push your personal feelings of racial injustice so far underneath the carpet That you trip over your own family history!" But I love me some Black folk I love the hair grease and the rental fees The front row seats, the police, the projects, the mustard greens Being late, social security checks, government assistance Bougie Black looking good Bags of hair, fake press on nails, rat tail combs, stunting gold Jean, gold teeth Black men and big feet I love me some Black folk For they are the people that were made from the darkest parts of the sky [Chorus: Tank] Smile like your mama Eyes like the sun Beautiful child, oh, you're the one Fly like your daddy Make me so happy Beautiful child, oh, you're the one [Post-Chorus: Tank & Masego] I'm in a place when I see your face Must be nostalgia, ah I'll never forget the day that we met Beautiful child, oh, you're the one (Yeah) Ah-ah-ah [Verse 3: Masego] Black, don't crack, I love your skin I don't see that from other kin It's today, any day I see me and mine doing different times Pushing boundaries West Coast, East Coast, overseas [Bridge: Tank] From the 504, what you think I came to LA for? (Aww!) Everybody from the 504, what you think I came to LA for? Everybody from the 504, what you think I came to LA for? Everybody from the 504, what you think I came to LA for? [Outro] Everybody from the 504, (Woo!) what you think I came to LA for? Everybody from the 504, everybody from the 504, yeah! Everybody from the 504! [?]
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