| Song | People Everyday |
| Artist | Arrested Development |
| Album | Humberto Tan / Let's Dance - Mijn Dance Classics |
| See I was resting at the park minding my own | |
| Business as I kick up the treble tone | |
| On my radio tape player box, right | |
| Just loud enough so folks could hear it's hype, see? | |
| Outta nowhere comes a woman I'm dating | |
| Investigation maybe she was demonstrating | |
| But nevertheless I was pleased | |
| My day was going great and my soul was at ease | |
| Until a group of brothers started bugging out | |
| Drinking the 40 oz, going the nigga route | |
| Disrespecting my black queen | |
| Holding their crotches and being obscene | |
| At first I ignored them 'cause see I know their type | |
| They got drunk and got guns and they wanna fight | |
| And they see a young couple having a time that's good | |
| And their egos wanna test a brother's manhood | |
| So they came to test Speech cause of my hair-do | |
| And the loud bright colors that I wear [Boo !] | |
| I was a target 'cause I'm a fashion misfit | |
| And the outfit that I'm wearing brothers dissing it | |
| Well I stay calm and pray the niggaz leave me be | |
| But they're squeezing parts of my date's anatomy | |
| Why, Lord, do brothers have to drill me? | |
| 'Cause if I start to hit this man they'll have to kill me | |
| I am everyday people, yeah | |
| See I am everyday people, yeah | |
| I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend | |
| I said please 'cause I don't like killing Africans | |
| But he wouldn't stop and I ain't | |
| But I had to take the brother out for being rude | |
| And like I said before I was mad by then | |
| It took three or four cops to pull me off of him | |
| But that's the story y'all of a black man | |
| Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African | |
| You see | |
| I am everyday people, yeah | |
| You see, I am everyday people |
| See I was resting at the park minding my own | |
| Business as I kick up the treble tone | |
| On my radio tape player box, right | |
| Just loud enough so folks could hear it' s hype, see? | |
| Outta nowhere comes a woman I' m dating | |
| Investigation maybe she was demonstrating | |
| But nevertheless I was pleased | |
| My day was going great and my soul was at ease | |
| Until a group of brothers started bugging out | |
| Drinking the 40 oz, going the nigga route | |
| Disrespecting my black queen | |
| Holding their crotches and being obscene | |
| At first I ignored them ' cause see I know their type | |
| They got drunk and got guns and they wanna fight | |
| And they see a young couple having a time that' s good | |
| And their egos wanna test a brother' s manhood | |
| So they came to test Speech cause of my hairdo | |
| And the loud bright colors that I wear Boo ! | |
| I was a target ' cause I' m a fashion misfit | |
| And the outfit that I' m wearing brothers dissing it | |
| Well I stay calm and pray the niggaz leave me be | |
| But they' re squeezing parts of my date' s anatomy | |
| Why, Lord, do brothers have to drill me? | |
| ' Cause if I start to hit this man they' ll have to kill me | |
| I am everyday people, yeah | |
| See I am everyday people, yeah | |
| I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend | |
| I said please ' cause I don' t like killing Africans | |
| But he wouldn' t stop and I ain' t | |
| But I had to take the brother out for being rude | |
| And like I said before I was mad by then | |
| It took three or four cops to pull me off of him | |
| But that' s the story y' all of a black man | |
| Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African | |
| You see | |
| I am everyday people, yeah | |
| You see, I am everyday people |