[Verse 1: Willie Dee]
I had a friend
Well anyway that's what I thought he was
When it began
Our friendship was strong as steroids
I took him in
'Cause he had no place to go
Fed him, treated him like a king
Even bought him clothes
We had been cool since grade school
Then he played me for a fool
The ungrateful punk
Proved to me, kindness wasn't worth a molecule
He was the low down [?] clown
He used to hang around
Eat a [?] of grub never washed a tub
Willie Dee got [?]
One day I left work came home
Early with a high fever
Opened the door, guess what I saw?
Them making love to a Beaver
It was kind of funny as I laughed
But soon became uptight
When I got a little closer and discovered
That that beaver belonged to my wife
I beat the boy to a coma
Time for the .9 to be released
I shot the b**h several times
Picked up the phone and called the police
They sent me to jail, the next con in my cell
Asked me why I'd go
I just stared at him and said
"Trip across from Mexico"
(Go back, you dirty black)
(Go back, you dirty black)
[Verse 2: Willie Dee]
Politicians
They ain't to be trusted
They legalize d**
And then they get busted
They don't want to hear me speak 'cause my mind ain't weak
'Cause I'm code red alerted
But I won't divert if the truth k**s perverts
sh** I'll did the dirt
I'm not a Democrat or Republican
Yeah, just an American
It don't matter which party's in the house
They'll still f** up thangs
Every hypocrite and nominee
Promises the Lord taxes
Ask them about it when they President
And they start laughing
They want great jobs
Fund the [?] [?]
They create cells to lock them down
When they survive by selling dope
Trip across from Mexico
(People open your eyes and see. 200 years later and the black men are still not free. [????] is just another form of slavery. I for one will never believe in equality until [?] no one on [??] looking in.)
[Verse 3: Willie Dee]
They, I'm talking about the other race
Kidnapped us from our place
They didn't want us to have what it took
So those crooks hid the damn textbooks
I wonder can I get y'all to drop the pipe
And get high on life
The dope man could give a damn if you live or die
It's time to get right
(Come on, tell 'em)
Trip across from Mexico
[Verse 4: Willie Dee]
Three homeboys in Houston
Once hit up a liquor store
Two got away, one got shot
In the back, went through the gla** door
He died at the scene at the hands of a clerk
The [?] was hurt
The police got a good description
Of a prime suspect
They knew his name, they knew his game
They knew he [?] [?] 'caine
They went straight to his house, arrested him
Began to tamper with his brain
They threatened to incarcerate him for years
Unless he snitched
He brought the story, broke his vow
Surrendered his accomplice
The punk who plead bargain was sent to the pen
Due for ten
The friend he turned in had people in the courts
He now [?] [?] [?]
The boy got the jacket, became a f*ggot
'Cause nobody likes a snitch
They took his drawers, gave him panties
Now he walks with a switch
He went to the warden crying about the deal
Back in '83
Six years locked down, booty pound
Yet still no [?]
The Warden just smiled and said
"Remember that brother you betrayed from the liquor store?
"Well that was my nephew hoe"
Trip across from Mexico
(Go back, you dirty black)
(Go back, you dirty black)
[Outro:]
Trip across from Mexico as defined by Willie Dee. Any backstabbing move by any slimy low down motherf**er you thought was cool