ODE TO MY WIGGERS
(HoCo is howard county)
im a gangsta,livin in tha HoCo ghetto,
but i get beat up for droppin the n-bomb even tho,
in my heart i know im negro,
at first glance you say ive got it easy,
but wahts so easy bout not gettin an xbox live to go with my 60" plasma t.v?
i've got 5 pairs of timbs,
ive got my $75 phat farm sweat pants,
i've got my iverson sweat band,
tell me i aint kickin it old scoo now
i listen to N.W.A
i listen to coolio,
i listen to tupac,
i listen to public enemy
i bootleg cd's even tho ive got the money to buy them
cuz ghetto's an attitude where you slur your syllables and blame everythin on the man,
ghetto's an attitude where you dont pronouce ur words right and stick it to the man,
at first glance you say im not oppressed,
but the mans always bringin me down,
i try to pay the insurance on my porsche,
my house in maui's another thing,
i live in a 3 story shack,
i've only got HBO,
my internet is dial up,
i dont even have a computer in my own room!
you call me wonder bread,
you call me cracker,
you call me all kinds of racial slurs,
you threaten me and tell me im dead,
my mom says not to make friends with peope like you,
she says you'll bring me down too,
but one day,
i'll be the most feared gangster HoCo's ever known,
ill tag the school and write poop on it,
ill cover up the "s" and the "d" in speed limit,
ill steal hot pockets from the giant,
i wont leave a penny in the jar in 7-11
i wont tip the waiters,
and if i get real mad,
i might key your car,
cuz me and my boys,
keep the neighbors on their toes,
we hold wild parties with tang and soft pretzels,
we leave soda cans in your yard,
the laws got nuthin on us,
cuz we the honkey crips,
we the c-unit,
you better watch out,
we comin for your garden gnomes,
we never give em back,
we play target practice on em with our bb guns,
thats right,
we roll with daisy and gamo,
call me cracka now sucka,
call me honkey now biatch,
cuz i neva end my words in "ing" or "er"
i talk like i just got permanent novocane injections in my gums,
dont mess with the ignant white man,
i wish i was a gangsta,livin in the HoCo ghetto,
i stil get beat up for droppin the n-bomb even tho-
in my heart i know im negro,
i like mayonnaise,
im cursed with the white gene,
my favorite movie is malibu's most wanted,
i connect with b-rad,
im a gangsta,livin in tha HoCo ghetto,
but i get beat up for droppin the n-bomb even tho,
in my heart i know im negro,
at first glance you say ive got it easy,
but wahts so easy bout not gettin an xbox live to go with my 60" plasma t.v?
i've got 5 pairs of timbs,
ive got my $75 phat farm sweat pants,
i've got my iverson sweat band,
tell me i aint kickin it old scoo now
i listen to N.W.A
i listen to coolio,
i listen to tupac,
i listen to public enemy
i bootleg cd's even tho ive got the money to buy them
cuz ghetto's an attitude where you slur your syllables and blame everythin on the man,
ghetto's an attitude where you dont pronouce ur words right and stick it to the man,
at first glance you say im not oppressed,
but the mans always bringin me down,
i try to pay the insurance on my porsche,
my house in maui's another thing,
i live in a 3 story shack,
i've only got HBO,
my internet is dial up,
i dont even have a computer in my own room!
you call me wonder bread,
you call me cracker,
you call me all kinds of racial slurs,
you threaten me and tell me im dead,
my mom says not to make friends with peope like you,
she says you'll bring me down too,
but one day,
i'll be the most feared gangster HoCo's ever known,
ill tag the school and write poop on it,
ill cover up the "s" and the "d" in speed limit,
ill steal hot pockets from the giant,
i wont leave a penny in the jar in 7-11
i wont tip the waiters,
and if i get real mad,
i might key your car,
cuz me and my boys,
keep the neighbors on their toes,
we hold wild parties with tang and soft pretzels,
we leave soda cans in your yard,
the laws got nuthin on us,
cuz we the honkey crips,
we the c-unit,
you better watch out,
we comin for your garden gnomes,
we never give em back,
we play target practice on em with our bb guns,
thats right,
we roll with daisy and gamo,
call me cracka now sucka,
call me honkey now biatch,
cuz i neva end my words in "ing" or "er"
i talk like i just got permanent novocane injections in my gums,
dont mess with the ignant white man,
i wish i was a gangsta,livin in the HoCo ghetto,
i stil get beat up for droppin the n-bomb even tho-
in my heart i know im negro,
i like mayonnaise,
im cursed with the white gene,
my favorite movie is malibu's most wanted,
i connect with b-rad,