This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people.... Which just so to be my favorite kind of people. You know... the ones that... you know, when standing next to them, and all of a sudden it gets dark... I mean, you know your best friend is... you know what I'm saying, right? Yeah.
Black I'ma steal shoes You better hide your Cause take that too Black Hey
people One big family, With a big bucket of KFC Black (Seriously, all of us are related)
I ran an old amigo named Juan Luis The called me "Apple" cause we both hang from trees Now I, I kinda took in a joking way But was he talking 'bout monkeys or the
We get sunburnt, just ashy knees And we don't chew But we will weed Puff, puff, pass like the train could, And we spell "neighbor," so we call it "the hood"
And most of us will die with our on the trigger I guess that's why they say I'm just a filthy little spear chucking, chicken eating, melon sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, penis.... well, you get the picture.
They tried to keep us out the House again But just like all houses, one of us broke in.
And and diapers is all we got If you don't wear my color then you might get shot... (My color is purple, by the way.....)
A woman came to me to bash my song I her, "All Blacks are Democrat, now prove me wrong."
people I'ma your shoes You hide your wallet Cause I'ma take too Black Hey
Black One big family, a really big bucket of KFC Black (And it doesn't have to be KFC, we like Popeye's too)
Hey, Hey.
(What's a black without any rap in it, right?)
Yo, It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo
(it starts off that way, right?) Yo!
Rap
Now, a line between discriminating and not in different places You are if you use the N-word, but if you're then you're not racist, I mean, well, I guess you can, just not around black friends, You'll get jumped by every cousin, including the one behind that can,
Now, let me you a story, back before America was stolen, There were two tribes of people, the Indians and the Po' Ones, The Indians like caramel, the Po One's were like sharpies, I guess that's why they call them Pilgrims, and why they us Darkies.
The had all the horses, land, turkeys, the geniuses The Po One's killed horses, took their hair and their penises, But uh..there's not really a moral to story though, Except that we steal your goodies, and that is how the story goes.
Black I'ma your shoes You better your wallet Cause take that too people Hey
Black One big family, With a big bucket of KFC people
Black '72, Going broke cheap cars taller you Black (Ok, you gotta admit... we do have some nice though, right?)
Black Front Porch a blunt and a banana, "Ooo Aaa, Eee-eee!" Black (Sholl' Iz!)
Hey, Hey!
(This is probably the most racist song I've ever written....but if you laughed, you're racist too. So I feel so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)