State trooper thinks I drive too fast Pulled me over to tell me so I say out here on the prarie Any speed is too slow I miss brooklyn I miss my crew
I know so many white people I mean, where do I start? The trouble with white people Is you can't tell them apart I'm so bad with names and dates and
How come I can pick my ears But not my nose Who made up that rule anyway How can you say that's the way it is That's just the way it goes Why don't you
of funny yeah I kind of enjoy it If you're gonna do it, overdo it That's how you know you're alive Go ahead, take yourself a coma nap Take a puddle dive
The windows of my soul Are made of one way glass Don't bother looking into my eyes If there's something you want to know, Just ask I got a dead bolt
When I was four years old They tried to test my I.Q. They showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pear They said, which one is different? It does not