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You better hide your walletCause I'ma take that tooBlack peopleHeyBlack people
One big family,With a really big bucketof KFCBlack people
(Seriously, like all of us are related)I ran into an old amigo named Juan Luis
The Mexican called me "Apple" cause we both hang from trees
Now I, I kinda took that in a joking wayBut was he talking 'bout monkeys or the KKK?
We don't get sunburnt, just ashy kneesAnd we don't chew tobacco
But we will smoke weedPuff, puff, pass like the train that could,And we can't spell "neighbor," so we call it "the hood"
And most of us will die with our finger on the triggerI guess that's why they say I'm just a filthy little spear chucking, chickeneating, melon sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, long penis...
you get the picture.They tried to keep us out the White House againBut just like all white houses, one of us broke in.And welfare and diapers is all we gotIf you don't wear my favorite color then you might get shot...