Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin brew I gotta go down to the store with the two oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers that make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus Thinkin every brother in the world's out to take So they watch every damn move that I make They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob they funky little store, but bitch, I got a job ("Look you little Chinese motherfucker I ain't tryin to steal none of yo' shit, leave me alone!" "Mother-fuck you!") Yo yo, check it out So don't follow me, up and down your market Or your little chop suey ass'll be a target of the nationwide boycott Juice with the people, that's what the boy got So pay respect to the black fist or we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp And then we'll see ya! Cause you can't turn the ghetto - into Black Korea Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
