BMG Intro Letra

Oh no
This can’t be
It says I’m 102% African
With a 2% margin of error
Why Lord? Why?

Well, I’m black now
But the first thing I did was quit all of my jobs
I don’t know how I’m supposed to pay the bills
Probably have to start sellin crack, or rappin
Or rappin ‘bout sellin crack

Fool, this is all in yo damn head
You the exact same fool you were last week
You were black then, you’re black now
And you gon be black tomorrow
Ain’t nothing wrong with being black
If you give it a chance you might actually like it, mhm

Well, this is what niggas do, right? Buy snickers
And maybe later we’ll buy loud stereos and be rapin’ women in rap lyrics

I’m black, I’m not walkin to the moon
I’m walkin to the liquor store

Woa woa woa hold it right there
What have you done, hah? What have you done?
Come on, get get get outta here
That’s right, that’s right
Get your lady asses some exercise
Ya’ll should just gon be rappin
Get into a beef and then shoot each other