Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rodney K. , by - Willie D. Release date: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rodney K. |
| Fuck Rodney King in his ass |
| When I see tha mothafucka I’mma blast |
| Boom in his head, boom, boom in his back |
| Just like that |
| Cause I’m tired of you good little niggas |
| Saying increase the peace and let the violence cease |
| When the black man built this country |
| But can’t get his for the prejudiced honky |
| Rodney King, god damn sell-out |
| On TV crying for a cop |
| The same mothafuckas who beat the hell outcha |
| Now, I wish they would’ve shotcha |
| Cause this shit is deeper than Vietnam |
| And ain’t no room for the Uncle Tom |
| Let the white man dress you up and mess you up |
| I wouldn’t be surprised if he sexed you up |
| Cause you look like a gay |
| Letting them white folks tell you what to say |
| But I’m glad that niggas stayed out of check |
| Cause that’s the only thing rednecks respect |
| We don’t want your welfare checks |
| Nigga need a real job to buy a Rolex |
| And until we get it, we gonna keep throwing them things |
| Fuck Rodney King! |
| Fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em |
| Fuck that nigga! |
| Fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em |
| Now the Negro National Anthem: |
| «We shall overcome |
| We shall overcome» |
| Fuck all that singing |
| I’ma be too busy swinging |
| That’s the problem with the black folks |
| Always wanna bust a note |
| And hold hands and form rallies |
| And down niggas for fighting back in Cali |
| I’m down with the niggas who’s nexting |
| Fuck all that god damn protesting |
| So don’t try to pull it |
| Fifth Ward niggas fight bullets with bullets |
| Right between the eyes |
| So you can keep your mothafucking Nobel Peace Prize |
| I said fuck Rodney King and I mean it |
| And any mothafucka out there who resent it |
| Cause didn’t nobody set a fire for Willie D |
| When the laws beat the fuck out of me |
| Fuck Rodney King! |
| Fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em |
| Fuck that nigga! |
| Fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em, fuck’em |
| Fuck that nigga! |
| Fuck that mothafucking sell-out ho |
| They need to beat his ass some mo' |
| Fool talking about stop the violence |
| When niggas can’t even shit in silence |
| I can’t ride up the street with my homies without 5−0 all on me |
| Riding my tailgate and running my god damn license plate |
| Sweating Willie D since I’m a minority |
| They fuck with me, I still got a lot of grudges |
| It’s high time that we take out some judges |
| And some congressmen and senators who cheat us |
| And all of these so called black leaders |
| Like Craig Washington, nigga sound dense |
| Trying to play both sides of the fence |
| Brown nosing cause he was chosen |
| By the whites to make niggas act right |
| You can’t lead the black struggle |
| And be friends with the enemy, mothafucka |
| While you trying to keep your fucking job |
| Black folks getting robbed |
| But when it’s time for the revolution |
| I’ma click, click, click, fuck this rap shit |
| Cause money ain’t shit but a grief |
| If you ain’t got no peace |
| Gotta come on with it, get down for my little Willies |
| So they con come up strong and live long |
| And not to be scared to get it on… |