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Complexion (two-step)Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)Complexion (two-step)It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love)Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sunGive a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans doneSneak (dissin')Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field niggaI made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with youYou know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes downEven if master listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mentionComplexion (two-step)Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)Complexion (two-step)It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love)Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the mornin' SunBrown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't runSneak (dissin')Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field niggaI made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with youYou know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes downEven if master's listenin', I got the world's attentionSo I'mma say somethin' that's vital and critical for survivalSongtexteOf mankind, if he lyin', color should never rivalBeauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistakenBy different shades of facesThen with told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"It all came from God then you was my confirmationI came to where you resideAnd looked around to see more sights for sore eyesLet the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with...Complexion (two-step)Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)Complexion (two-step)It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love)You like it, I love it, you like it, I love it, you like it, I love it, you like it, I love itYou like it, I love it, you like it, I love it, you like it, I love it, you like it, I love itLet me talk my Stu Scott, scuse me on my 2PacKeep your head up, when did you stop? Love and dieColor of your skin, color of your eyesThat's the real blues, baby, like you met Jay's babyYou blew me away, you think more beauty in blue green and greyAll my Solomon up north, 12 years a slave12 years of age, thinkin' my shade too darkI love myself, I no longer need CupidEnforcin' my dark side like a young George LucasLight don't mean you smart, bein' dark don't make you stupidAnd frame of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' Woohah!Need a paradox for the pair of daughters they tutoredLike two ties, L-L, you lose two timesIf you don't see you beautiful in your complexionIt ain't complex to put it in contextFind the air beneath the kite, that's the contextYeah, baby, I'm conscious, ain't no contestIf you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessedAin't no stress, jigga boos wanna beI ain't talkin' Jay, I ain't talkin' BI'm talkin' days we got school watchin' movie screensAnd spike your self esteemThe new James Bond gon' be black as meBlack as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black teaAnd it's all beautiful to meCall your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queensWe all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain't a thingBarefoot babies with no caresTeenage gun toters that don't play fair, should I get out the car?I don't see Compton, I see something much worseThe land of the landmines, the hell that's on earth Aus Songtexte Mania