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See I was resting at the park minding my own |
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Business, as |
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I kick up the treble tone |
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On my radio tape player box, right |
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Just loud enough so folks could hear it's hype, see? |
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Outta nowhere comes the woman |
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I'm dating |
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Investigation maybe she was demonstrating |
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But nevertheless |
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I was pleased |
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My day was going great and my soul was at ease |
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Until a group of brothers started bugging out |
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Drinking the 40 oz, going the nigga route |
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Disrespecting my black queen |
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Holding their crotches and being obscene |
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At first I ignored them 'cause see |
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I know their type |
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They got drunk and got guns and they wanna fight |
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And they see a young couple having a time that's good |
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And their egos wanna test a brother's manhood |
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So they came to test |
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Speech 'cause of my hair-do |
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And the loud bright colors that |
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I wearI was a target cause |
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I'm a fashion misfit |
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And the outfit that |
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I'm wearing brothers dissing it |
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Well I stay calm and pray the niggaz leave me be |
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But they're squeezing parts of my date's anatomy |
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Why, Lord, do brothers have to drill me?' |
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Cause if I start to hit this man they'll have to kill me |
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See I am everyday people |
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See I am everyday people |
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I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend |
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I said please cause |
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I don't like killing |
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AfricansBut he wouldn't stop and |
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I ain't Ice |
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CubeBut I had to take the brother out for being rude |
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And like I said before |
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I was mad by then |
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It took three or four cops to pull me off of him |
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But that's the story y'all of a black man |
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Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an |
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AfricanYou see |
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I am everyday people |
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You see I am everyday people |
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The moral of the story is |
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You better look very hard on who you step into |
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As you might get killed or shot and it's not worth |
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Africans need to be loving each other and you know |
