1. I do not discriminate against race, just against idiots. 2. My neighbor's stupidity inspired me to do this lil' track.
Previous peak charts position #513
Previous peak charts position in subgenre #268
September 10, 2010
Bang, Bang, b b gun
Shootin' up Sunoco
Give me all your dough, ho
And it's off to Puerto Rico
Oh, no, Po-po's
Knockin' on the front door
You got no where to go, so
I guess it's off to jail you go
Nine black bags
They confiscated all in one day
Maybe someday you'll get a job
And earn your money the hard way
What'd you think, this is BK?
You thought you could have it your way
And get away on your nieces
Pink bike, get a life
You's an ugly mutha
Every week I see ya mowin' the lawn
with a weed wacker
"Cuz you can't afford a real one
You're too busy gettin' your deal done
Lat at night, in front of your house
Packin' a modified b b gun
. . .
(excue me sir, but you left your mac receits on top of the machine)
. . .
Aye, yo, Beral
No job & no payroll
The neighborhood's waitin'
For your house to go up for sale
I suppose we all should thank you
For goin' out on your lil' run
We owe it all to you
And your modified b b gun