But they're squeezing parts of my date's anatomy
I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend
Disrespecting my black queen
Publisher: MIJAC MUSIC
Well, I stay calm and pray the niggaz leave me be
At first I ignored them 'cause see I know their type
Why, Lord, do brothers have to drill me ?
So they came to test speech 'cause of my hair-do
Until a group of brothers started bugging out
Just loud enough so folks could hear it's hype, see ?
Business as I kick up the treble tone
They got drunk and got guns and they wanna fight
But that's the story y'all of a black man
Investigation maybe she was demonstrating
Songwriters: Sylvester Stewart, Thomas Todd
Drinking the 40 oz, going the nigga route
I said please 'cause I don't like killing Africans
Outta nowhere comes the woman I'm dating
And the loud bright colors that I wear
And like I said before I was mad by then
But nevertheless I was pleased
My day was going great and my soul was at ease
And they see a young couple having a time that's good
Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African
But he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
It took three or four cops to pull me off of him
(Boo)
'Cause if I start to hit this man they'll have to kill me
And the outfit that I'm wearing, brothers dissing it
I am everyday people, I am everyday people
And their egos wanna test a brother's manhood
Holding their crotches and being obscene
On my radio tape player box, right
I am everyday people, I am everyday people
See I was resting at the park minding my own
But I had to take the brother out for being rude
I was a target 'cause I'm a fashion misfit