U Still a aggiN

{Willie D} Mama's outside, barbecuing ribs and links It's Juneteenth, but to me it don't mean stink It's a day of emancipation, but everybody wonder why Willie ain't celebrating But things ain't perfect I'm looking beyond the surface So instead of drinking beer, and playing Dominoes I'm sitting in the room with my eyes closed (chorus - K-Rino - some Jamaican) White man and the mental yet ta black ol'shade White man and the mental yet ta blacd ol'shade? For tellin' black mon no matta the dum'smarta rich If the matta mo'mon jus a white mon's bitch De givin us crack to let the ghetto people Coming to the problem of the world Blaming racial discrimination when they fuckin' up the self Willie D slap the thigh, and K-Rino crack despise Black mon get the government dick out ya eyez (Willie D) Follow me now, see, as I get a little deeper They think I'm a drug dealer, cause I wear a beeper But if I wasn't black, and I talked all proper They probably think I was a doctor I try to have the finest things in life But when I get'em, they say I'm not living right They search my house and car for no reason Like it's muthafuckin' goddamn nigga season And it is when U think about it They hurt yo'ass, treat U like an animal, and bragg about it It's like a cop turnin' vicious as a 12-gauge No wonder why he gets his picture on the front page Now even if you're light, and damn near white You'll get smoked, B-cuz yo' in the same boat tryin' To surround yourself with white Folks in your video Like Paula Abdul she's a silly ho Although U only might be one-percent black troop They still consider you a mook But she say's she ain't black, so how da'FUCK she figga? Yo bitch, u still a nigga (chorus - K-Rino - some Jamaican I imagine???) Government broke in my house with they guns So they busin' and breakin' cos' they paid to no one Now they have a murder rap and they makin no stros So I'm facin' incarceration in the police station There wasn't a bitch or a wicked assassin Since they comment homicide Offering to tend protection Resist conviction Cos the shot from da'honest white mon Now to hear some muthafuckin run (Willie D) True niggas retaliate, they don't run I say we niggas 'cos they treat us like scum So get a nose job like Michael Jackson Go to a white school, and change your accent U STILL A NIGGA, so how da'fuck U figga Since U moved out da'neighborhood And datin' a peckerwood That you're different from the rest of the clan Tryin' to get a job, and count how many doors slam Goddamn, I'm on a row I can't forget about my bald head hoes To some, it's a fashion To wear weave and pony tails But the other hoes wanna be white girls Whodini said "Be Yourself, Trooper," U don't see white folks tryin' to act BLACK do ya So why U laughin' at the brotha in dreads U neet to get the chemicals out yo'own motherfuckin' heads! No matter how U aim and change your game And rearrange your frame, U STILL A NIGGA!!!