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See I was resting at the park minding my own |
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Business as 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 a woman I'm dating |
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Investigation maybe she was demonstrating |
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But nevertheless 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 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 Speech cause of my hair-do |
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And the loud bright colors that I wear [Boo !] |
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I was a target 'cause I'm a fashion misfit |
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And the outfit that 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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I am everyday people, yeah |
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See I am everyday people, yeah |
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I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend |
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I said please 'cause I don't like killing Africans |
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But he wouldn't stop and I ain't |
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But I had to take the brother out for being rude |
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And like I said before 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 African |
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You see |
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I am everyday people, yeah |
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You see, I am everyday people |
