Letra de A black kid who think

Gilbert Bécaud

Letra de A black kid who think de Gilbert Bécaud
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Letra de A BLACK KID WHO THINK de GILBERT BéCAUD.

( Gilbert Bécaud )

[Kool Keith:]
Oh~! No
Kooooooooooooooooool, Keith
The Personal Album

Been there, before where you´re tryin to go
You´re not the main attraction, why you actin like the show?
First let´s start with how many people you know
You need juice to rock, boost to rock
You still drop names occasionally, to advance off your block
How many CD´s can you stock?
You´ll be dissapointed with aftershock
A inner city person, that think they Woodstock
You´re over the hill, over the bill
Type of pedestrian, to force the look preppie, you can´t be Phil
The A Street look, don´t take you up the hill

[Chorus:]
A black kid who think he´s white
A black kid who think he´s whiiii-iiii-iii-ite
A black kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid

[Kool Keith:]
Bad upbringing left you cold, accepted by few
Looking in the mirror, you don´t know you
No soul wit´chu, avoiding your uncles and aunts
Stiff on the dancefloor, you´re buying straight leg pants more
You connive to settle the score
Everyday is drizzle for you, rain and fog I fizzle for you
You think woman adore you, many don´t hear you
A lot ignore you, a baby with a pacifier
You think people gotta be there for you
Mom´s biggest baby, drivin that woman crazy
You´re not innovative, you´re lazy
I made you, you didn´t make me, you underestimate me
Even with overweight wannabe millionaires you couldn´t fake me

[Chorus]

[Kool Keith:]
Where´s the proper respect? A guy with no manners
Can´t stand the soul food, rather go out Von Dutch
Don´t know the real from the fake, lookin for a big shot
Will the misfits fail, I know you better you won´t get the Hollywood break
The superstar birthday party, blow out a celebrity cake
Whatever you got left, is not that hot
One flight of steps, milk the cow for what it´s worth
A cursed person, to your last breath
Many floss at the pubs, the effort you give is F
Go home clean up your room, straighten up your mess
Straighten up your mess

[Chorus]

[Keith: singing to the end]
A black kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid
A black kid, who think he´s white
Some kind of person who´s thinkin he´s white
A blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack kid~!
A black kid, who thinks he´s white white white white white white
A black kid