Bob Vylan Pulled Pork Lyrics

I'll be damned if they treat me like some motherf*cking dog in the street
Yo speak on it man let them know how we feel

Black.. is beautiful
And we so pretty

Yeah

Motherf*cker

What's wrong with a little bit of weed
And if the whole f*cking block decides to get it from me

You ain't giving no help or handouts
Too black and handsome, with dreads so I stand out
Bobby got the cannon don't make back a man down

[Man down, man down. Officer, stand down]

Officer, officer
Get up off of us
No need for your cuffs
Just go about your day
The f*cking block belongs to us
The f*cking block... belongs to us
Save a life and skin a pig
I gotta get it how I can
I got a master f*cking plan

So imma get it while I can cause I gotta
You can't have both hands in the air and still shot at

I come from a place where we die by 25
They like 'how do you feel?'
I'm just glad to be alive

That's why I'm getting it
That's what I'm getting it Not only flirting with death
I'm f*cking (tagged?) in it

But they don't know
They don't know
They don't know me
The blackest, the beautiful, darkest and free

Save a life and skin a pig
I gotta get it how I can
I got a master f*cking plan

Cop killer
Cop killer
Nah
Nigga killer killer
(?) tyrants killing niggas for the f*ck of it
Pat you down and touch your dick
(?) for a sinner with a life worth less than a free school dinner
Who's the next lucky winner for a free day with death?
Cause their hair-trigger's itchy or they squeeze out your breath

Not me
Wrap the pig before they kill me
Cause there's no time for (?) with all this green around
You feel me?
You feel me?

Let this motherf*cker bounce
Bounce
Bounce

Let this motherf*cker bounce
Bounce
Bounce

Make this motherf*cker bounce
Bounce
Bounce

Make this motherf*cker bounce
Bounce
Bounce

Make this motherf*cker bounce

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