[Intro]
Yo, where the fuck is that little boy at?
Stanley, bring your ass here, god damnit (Man, fuck you, punk ass nigga)
But anyway man, yo, Bone man
When I get fourteen, man, I wanna buy me a rag top tray on some gold things (Stanley)
Man, fuck that shit, man
You need to take your ass to school, get you a motherfuckin' job and shit
Man, fuck that, man, fuck you, man, look here
When I get fourteen, man, I wanna buy me a rag top tray on some gold with a three-wheel motion
Chin wheel pull out (Ah shit), three finger ring, fat ass link (Stanley) and a big booty go bitch to with it
Man, fuck all that
Break 'em off something
Aha, it's really sad
Young brothers and sisters today have a lack of understanding on
What it really means to be Black
[Verse 1]
Could you tell me who unleashed our animal instinct? (Uh)
And the white man sittin' there tickled pink (No shit)
Laughin' at us on the avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous at each other's wealth (Right, right)
But comin' up's just in me
But the Black community is full of envy (Oh shit)
Too much back-stabbin'
While I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin'
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood (Yup)
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county recips
You know, us po' niggas, nappy hair and big lips? (That's right)
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out? (Shit)
We ain't nothin' but porch monkeys to the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin' up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at us
Yo, where the fuck is that little boy at?
Stanley, bring your ass here, god damnit (Man, fuck you, punk ass nigga)
But anyway man, yo, Bone man
When I get fourteen, man, I wanna buy me a rag top tray on some gold things (Stanley)
Man, fuck that shit, man
You need to take your ass to school, get you a motherfuckin' job and shit
Man, fuck that, man, fuck you, man, look here
When I get fourteen, man, I wanna buy me a rag top tray on some gold with a three-wheel motion
Chin wheel pull out (Ah shit), three finger ring, fat ass link (Stanley) and a big booty go bitch to with it
Man, fuck all that
Break 'em off something
Aha, it's really sad
Young brothers and sisters today have a lack of understanding on
What it really means to be Black
[Verse 1]
Could you tell me who unleashed our animal instinct? (Uh)
And the white man sittin' there tickled pink (No shit)
Laughin' at us on the avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous at each other's wealth (Right, right)
But comin' up's just in me
But the Black community is full of envy (Oh shit)
Too much back-stabbin'
While I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin'
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood (Yup)
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county recips
You know, us po' niggas, nappy hair and big lips? (That's right)
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out? (Shit)
We ain't nothin' but porch monkeys to the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin' up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at us
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