Tonalité : Bb minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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{Willie D
Mama's outside,
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barbecuing ribs and links,
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It's Juneteenth, but to
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me it don't mean stink.
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It's a day of emancipation,
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but everybody wonder why
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Willie ain't celebrating.
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But things ain't perfect.
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I'm looking beyond the surface.
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So instead of drinking beer,
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and playing Dominoes,
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I'm sitting in the room with
my eyes closed.
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(chorus - K- Rino - some Jamaican) White man and the mental yet
Verse 2
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ta black ol'shade,
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White man and the mental
yet ta blacd ol'shade?
For tellin' black mon no
matta the dum'smarta rich
If the matta mo'mon jus
a white mon's bitch
De givin us crack to let
the ghetto people
Coming to the problem of the world,
Blaming racial discrimination when
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they fuckin' up the self,
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Willie D slap the thigh,
and K- Rino crack despise
Black mon get the government
Verse 3
dick out ya eyez
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(Willie D)
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Follow me now, see,
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as I get a little deeper,
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They think I'm a drug dealer,
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'cause I wear a beeper.
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But if I wasn't black,
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and I talked all proper,
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They probably think I was a doctor.
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I try to have the finest
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things in life,
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But when I get'em, they say
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I'm not living right.
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They search my house
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and car for no reason,
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Like it's muthafuckin' goddamn
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nigga season.
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And it is when U think about it,
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They hurt yo'ass, treat U like an animal,
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and bragg about it.
It's like a cop turnin'
vicious as a 12- gauge
No wonder why he gets his
picture on the front page.
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Now even if you're light,
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and damn near white,
You'll get smoked,
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B- cuz yo' in the same boat tryin'
To surround yourself with white
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Folks in your video,
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Like Paula Abdul she's a silly ho.
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Although U only might be one-
percent black troop,
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They still consider you a mook.
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But she say's she ain't black,
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so how da'FUCK she figga?.
Yo bitch, u still a nigga.
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(chorus - K- Rino - some Jamaican
I imagine?)
Government broke in
my house with they guns
So they busin' and breakin'
cos' they paid to no one
Now they have a murder rap
and they makin no stros
So I'm facin' incarceration
in the police station,
There wasn't a bitch or a
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wicked assassin
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Since they comment homicide
Offering to tend protection
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Resist conviction
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Cos the shot from
da'honest white mon
Now to hear some
Verse 5
muthafuckin run.
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(Willie D)
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True niggas retaliate,
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they don't run.
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I say we niggas 'cos
they treat us like scum.
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So get a nose job like Michael Jackson
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Go to a white school,
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and change your accent.
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U STILL A NIGGA,
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so how da'fuck U figga
Since U moved out da'neighborhood,
And datin' a peckerwood,
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That you're different from
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the rest of the clan.
Tryin' to get a job,
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and count how many doors slam.
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Goddamn, I'm on a row.
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I can't forget about
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my bald head hoes
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To some, it's a fashion,
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To wear weave and pony tails,
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But the other hoes wanna be
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white girls.
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Whodini said "Be Yourself,
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Trooper,"
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U don't see white folks tryin'
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to act BLACK do ya.
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So why U laughin' at the
brotha in dreads,
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U neet to get the chemicals out yo'own
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motherfuckin' heads!
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No matter how U aim
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and change your game
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And rearrange your frame, U STILL A NIGGA!
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