| 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 the 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
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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 Well I stay calm and pray the niggaz leave me be 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 I am everyday people (2x)
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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 Ice Cube
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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 |