Kunci: E minor•
Verse 1
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Em
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People, people,
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people can come from anywhere.
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Em
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Em
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People, people can
come from anywhere.
We give them all the rights that
my people still fight for.
Em
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Fuck all of you mother
E
Cause you're one of the main reason
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s some niggas get set back
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Em
me and ex -convict wetbacks
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so they come with that fuck shit
E
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It ain't just my record that's
keeping me stuck
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I can't get high on a trash truck
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Now they cappin' and bragging
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Ridin' thirty motherfuckers in a
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beat -up fast station wagon
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Or either a raggedy -ass regal,
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ridin' like a bitch
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drivin' like they ass can't see
Em
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But I wish one of them mother
fuckers would wreck me
Some walk like hell, bootin' endurance
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Others ride like the law,
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with no goddamn insurance
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Goddamn, I hate em,
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And here's a message for you hoes
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You don't say shit to me, cause far as I see,
I wouldn't let it pass
Em
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Straight up,
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I'ma whoop the shit out they ass
Chick
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Creek, I'll be sellin' em
Me and
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Mike hate the shit out them
goddamn illegal whalies
Yo, come on 3 -2 man, let's go on a break before this
Em
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motherfuckin' job come out here talkin' that shit
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I got a headache and I don't feel like eatin' all that motherfuckin' shit,
you know what I'm sayin'?
You took my stereo!
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Drop his motherfuckin' ass!
his bitch ass!
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I'm sick of these goddamn
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Iranians I'm mad as hell,
things again
E
G
And go buckwild and take it to that ass
And send them back where they
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come from real fucking fast
Cause they come over here
and think they running shit
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But all of you foreigners can
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You come over here and then
you work for fucking pennies
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the man say he can't get with me
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Here comes the border patrol,
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I walk into the neighborhood
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I have to stop and ask a brother
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what the fuck is the deal
E
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Dig it, a black man used to own this store
Now it's where my
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I'm out to get it real quick
Em
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Keep your flour, tortilla,
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fried beans and steel woks
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I don't know left from right
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Bad enough, we had to worry about
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these motherfuckin' whites
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Huh, now we got foreigners
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After I get off of your ass,
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you have to call a coroner
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To scrape me off off the streets
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Cause if you buck up one time,
Germany,
England,
South
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Africa, my friends
They give us all the rights,
and my people still fight
E
Em
You no buy!
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You no buy beer!
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Sell me this beer you bitch,
quit trying to be hard
You wanna see my fucking
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ID?
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Stupid ass bastard, you don't know shit
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G
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And get the fuck out my face
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So what's up on these cases of beer?
E
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I bet you sell them to a nigga if
the owner wasn't here
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Now you're tryin' to play that
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Uncle
Tom role
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But when the owner leaves,
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I got a foot for your asshole
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Cause when I finish kickin' your ass,
you'll need a maxi pad
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Day -by -day, a goddamn routine,
makin' them slantin' ass
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I'm hopin' up like a dope fiend,
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lookin' all cock -eyed and shit
You hoes better raise off of me
before you get that ass kicked
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Up shit creep, we be sellin' em
Cause me and
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Big
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Mike hate the fuckin' illegal aliens
Feel like, feel like,
feel like I'm in a foreign country
I feel like, feel like,
feel like I'm in a foreign country
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These motherfuckin' geeks
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with they eyes so slanted
I went to
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Kennessy, man I just can't stand it
When these motherfuckin'
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Nigerians come my way
Actin' like they're
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educated in every way
But they can't get the dick cause
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I know that they're dumb
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They need to take they ass back
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They go into the college and they
Calling themselves doctors,
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motherfucker please you can't speak
English well enough
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Let alone teach,
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then you call your goddamn self trying to teach me
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I work with you hoes so
You think you're superior
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to any other black
But
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I'mma straighten all of that out real fast
Go back to swinging on vines and
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wearing strings up your ass
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Vines? I'll have you know I
UCLA, 7 from
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Harvard, and 17 from
U of
A
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You capitalist pig, I come from the motherland,
Em
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all this shit gonna die for a motherfucka you
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Now I believe in the motherland and all of that is cool,
but you need to chill
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With that motherfuckin' attitude,
and these
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Cubans wanna be players in boats
Stop frontin' motherfuckers and
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get back on your banana boats
Runnin' around town, portrayin'
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Scarface
Hope be hittin' flows when they
And from the back,
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man or woman, I can't tell
With your ass -licked back and a
Chinese
Vietnamese,
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how the hell can they survive?
Eatin' all they rice and
wearin' a buck on five
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And when it comes to their names, hell,
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I just can't get them straight
Michael
Chang,
Lee
Chung,
Chung
Lee, damn, hold up, wait
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This shit is drivin' me crazy, gee,
Somebody get me away from
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these foreign -ass bandits
feel like I'm in a foreign country
That white, white,
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They whip, whip, whip, whip on me
you
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