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Дата выпуска: 20.09.2004
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Язык песни: Английский
Black Stacey |
I used to hump my pillow at night\nThe type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light\nMe and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten\nAnd the highest number got to be my pillows pretend\nNow I apologize to every high ranker\nBut you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you\nI never had the courage to approach you at school\nWe joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool\nBut I was just coverin' up all the insecurities that came bubblin' up\nMy complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut\nLike the time you flavor flaved me\nAnd you played me «Yo chuck»\nThey say, «You're too black», man I think I’m too black\nMom do you think I’m too black?\nI think I’m too black, I think I’m too black\nI think I’m too black, black, black, black, black\nBack Stacey, they called me, «Black Stacey»\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself\nI always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley\nA double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn’t phase me\nI was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti\nWho rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party\nI was black Stacey\nYou thought it wouldn’t phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid\nI used to use bleachin' creme\n'Til madame C.J. Walker walked into my dreams\nI dreamt of bein' white and complimented by you\nBut the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes\nNow, I apologize for bottlin' up\nAll the little things you said that warped my head and my gut\nEven though I always told you not to\nBrag about the fact that your great grand\nMother was raped by her slave master\nYeah, I became militant too\nSo it was clear on every level I was blacker than you\nI turned you on to Malcolm X and\nAssata Shakur in the three quarter elephant goose with the fur\nI had the high top fade with the steps on the side\nI had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride\nI had the sheep skin, name\nBelt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle\nBack Stacey, they called me, «Black Stacey»\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself\nI always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley\nA double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn’t phase me\nI was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti\nWho rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party\nI was black Stacey\nYou thought it wouldn’t phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid\nStic 'em, stic 'em\nStic 'em, stic 'em\nThey say, «I'm too black»\nThey say, «I'm too black»\nHere we go\nNow here’s a little message for you, all you baller playa’s got\nSome insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up\nCash in and ching ching it up, hope no\nOne will bring it up, lock it down and string it up\nOr you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you Couldn’t be\nrugged and ruff and even though you tote a\nGlock and you’re hot on the streets\nIf you dare to share your heart, we’ll nod our heart to it’s beat\nAnd you should do that, if nothin' else, to prove that\nA player like you could keep it honest and true\nDon’t mean to call your bluff but, mothafucka that’s what I do\nYou got platinum chain then, son, I’m probably talkin' to you\nAnd you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew\nAnd while you’re at it get them addicts and the indigent too\nI plan to have a whole army by the time that I’m through\nTo load their guns with songs they haven’t sung\nLike Back Stacey, they called me, «Black Stacey»\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself\nI always was, Black Stacey, in polka dots and Paisley\nA double goose and Bally shoes, you thought it wouldn’t phase me\nI was black Stacey the preachers' son from Haiti\nWho rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party\nI was black Stacey\nYou thought it wouldn’t phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid\nBack Stacey, they called me, «Black Stacey»\nI never got to be myself 'cause to myself\nI always was, Black Stacey, they called me Black Stacey\nAah Black Stacey, ooh Black Stacey\nMove Black Stacey, groove Black Stacey\nShake Black Stacey, make Black Stacey\nNo not I |