Positivity (feat. Howard Johnson & Wyann)

Grown folk taste test, no Coke and Pepsi (Nah)

It's strictly for the grown and sexy (Ugh)

So if you with me then go on and bless me with some positive vibes

Like home, I'm from SC, (South Central, the Warzone)

And we don't care what a Satan thinks (Nah)

In the car, dance floor, or the skating rink

We tapping paper ink, pull up, let's lean (Ugh)

We got that west coast puff, make your breath sting

Hit that left, blink, turn and signal

Cali life on the brink, you got to learn to wait

Without trying to be flashy or sassy

You got to know how to keep shit jazzy and classy (So fly)

Fresh dress, can't mess with that nasty

I want to see you looking your best

And yes, lastly, the one and only mandate (Yup)

I'll tell you damn straight (What?)

No black man hate, only demonstrate

Black positivity, ooh

Can I, can I throw up my W?

Black positivity, ooh

Can I, oh yes, you can

Can I, put on my-

Fresh dress, like a million bucks

Pays huge Cali dudes trying to build men's trust

The opposite of negative, not competitive (Yeah)

And if a **** want to pop shit, let him live

See, that's the cure for the rectal (Ugh)

Keeping shit mature and respectful

Always work cheerful and fearing only him above

Just chill, and that's what real women love

Grown shit, grown shit

When you got your own shit

Then it don't stop, and it don't quit (Oh)

She just might be the one you go home with (What)

And that's what made a young **** wise (Yeah)

So many gang belts, anything else is uncivilized

From the side called Dub and East

I ride black pride, health, wealth, love and peace

And release-

Black positivity, ooh

Can I, can I throw up my W?

Black positivity, ooh

Can I, oh yes, you can

Can I, can I throw up my

Black positivity, ooh

Can I, can I throw up my W?

Black positivity, ooh

Oh yes, you can

Throw up my W

Black positivity