Channel Tres - Black & Mild Lyrics

Channelton the Third and the gang fight
Channelton
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey)
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), hey
(Hey, hey, whoa)

Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild
Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild
Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild
Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild

Pull up, pull up, got it on my wrist
Pull up, pull up, yeah, I take your bitch
Pull up, pull up, kick her out the whip
Pull up, pull up, now you on notice
You was feeling my style, feeling my smile
Feeling this black, black skin
You was runnin' yo' mouth, talking too loud
You wasn't even calling me back then
No, nigga never wild, racking up miles
Went from a Honda to a Benz
Look at me now sitting on a pile of money
That's dope

Hey, hey, hey, uh
Uh, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, uh, hey
Hey, hey, uh
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey)
Hey (hey), hey

Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild
Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild
Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild
Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild

I pull up, I show out, can we turn it up a notch?
Please stand up, don't sit down, we 'bout to take it to the top
Take it to the top
I need y'all niggas to motherf*ckin'

Excuse me, darlin', don't want no problem
Why you keep hollerin' out my name?
Something just told me my light too bright
That's why I can't get it out your face
Turn this bitch up, it's getting real hot
This shit feel like a fireplace
Hillary Duff, they can't get enough
But, bitch, I'm staying out the way

Pull up, pull up, got it on my wrist
Pull up, pull up, yeah, I take your bitch
Pull up, pull up, kick her out the whip
Pull up, pull up, now you on notice
You was feeling my style, feeling my smile
Feeling this black, black skin
You was runnin' yo' mouth, talking too loud
You wasn't even calling me back then
No, a nigga never wild, racking up miles
Went from a Honda to a Benz
Look at me now sitting on a pile of money
That's dope

Hey, hey, hey, uh
Uh, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, uh, hey
Hey, hey, uh
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey)
Hey (hey), hey

Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Empty my guts like a Black & Mild
Yeah, I pull up, I'm Black and wild