Artist: Willie D
Album: I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier
Song: f** Rodney King
f** Rodney King in his a**
When I see tha mothaf**a I'mma blast
Boom in his head, boom, boom in his back just like that
Cause I'm tired of you good little n***as
Saying increase the peace and let the violence cease
When the black man built this country
But can't get his for the prejudiced honky
Rodney King, god damn sell-out
On TV crying for a cop
The same mothaf**as who beat the hell outcha
Now I wish they would've shotcha
Cause this sh** is deeper than Vietnam
And ain't no room for the Uncle Tom
Let the white man dress you up and mess you up
I wouldn't be suprised if he s**ed you up
Cause you look like a gay
Letting them white folks tell you what to say
But I'm glad that n***as stayed out of check
Cause that's the only thing rednecks respect
We don't want your welfare checks
n***a need a real job to buy a rolex
And until we get it, we gonna keep throwing them things
f** Rodney King!
f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em
f** that n***a!
f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em
Now the Negro National Anthem:
"We shall overcome...we shall overcome..."
f** all that singing
I'mma be too busy swinging
That's the problem with the black folks
Always wanna bust a note
And hold hands and form rallies
And down n***as for fighting back in Cali
I'm down with the n***as who's nexting
f** all that god damn protesting
So don't try to pull it
5th Ward n***as fight bullets with bullets
Right between the eyes
So you can keep your mothaf**ing Noble Peace Prize
I said f** Rodney King and I mean it
And any mothaf**a out there who resent it
Cause didn't nobody set a fire for Willie D
When the laws beat the f** out of me
f** Rodney King!
f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em
f** that n***a!
f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em, f**'em
f** that n***a!
f** that mothaf**ing sell-out ho
They need to beat his a** some mo'
Fool talking about stop the violence
When n***as can't even sh** in silence
I can't ride up the street with my homies without 5-0 all on me
Riding my tailgate and running my god damn license plate
Sweating Willie D since I'm a minority
They f** with me, I still got a lot of grudges
It's high time that we take out some judges
And some congressmen and senators who cheat us
And all of these so called black leaders
Like Craig Washington, n***a sound dense
Trying to play both sides of the fence
Brown nosing cause he was chosen
By the whites to make n***as act right
You can't lead the black struggle
And be friends with the enemy, mothaf**a
While you trying to keep your f**ing job
Black folks getting robbed
But when it's time for the revolution
I'mma click, click, click, f** this rap sh**
Cause money ain't sh** but a grief
If you ain't got no peace
Gotta come on with it, get down for my little Willies
So they con come up strong and live long
And not to be scared to get it on...