[Verse 1: Doctur Dot] I'm from the south before they cleaned it up When it was dirty and freaky and it belonged to us Now n***as think it's too easy to get along with us And them f**in' housewives make me sick to my stomach But I digress (but I digress) No need to throw shade You n***as different the same But you claimed it anyway I'm just trying to fight the claims That the doctor off'd his brian But it's kind of hard to prove my point with Xanax in my veins Now turn the f**in' thermostat Up to burning temper-at-tures So pure, probably make your f**in' skin react Hit it from the back And make her hair turn from blonde to black To gray It's okay There's a cure for that quick! Put your hand over your heart and take off your hat For the nation that locked up your dad They slaughtered all your cousins Sent your Uncles to Iraq But turn on BET and forget about your past [Chorus: Doctur Dot] Nothings on time, everything is on schedule Welcome to America b**h (b**h) And it goes: One for the money, 99 for the Hungry Welcome to America b**h (b**h) Now isn't it ironic how everyone's iconic HaHaHa Welcome to America b**h (b**h) Now leave me yo' coat at the door while you invade my home Welcome to America b**h (b**h) [Verse 2: Johnny Venus] While you was in the 90's I was traveling Probably doing 3010 Through the atmosphere find me Stroker better then a feather pen writing Chinese I mean mandarin. Can't be no ignorant man, try me Traffic, traffic. Looking for some black chicks Characters like ID, with them freaky accents Asked her what is happening? Laughing then, it's Aspen? Acting like a n***a who ain't never had sh** You ain't never had sh** You gon' act an a** then Throw some sh** across the room Stand up ??? She do splits Dreams of writing mad sh** Put it in the cap then Bury him and then dip Grew a little bit since I'm concerned I'm out chea whil'ing Cause I be with my n***as like my name was Jimmy Fallon We just out here money piling And joan on the n***a who be out here getting styling And dome on a n***a like we out here for the Falcons Y'all done came with it But I done came out it And robbed the whole county Motherf**er we the ??? Started out tragic Now we ratpackin, pockets laughing from the grave Now we Bernie Mac'in