[Intro: samples and Fashawn] "Woo-hoo! Vanilla ice cream, and I'm gonna take me a big lick!" "Any one of them n******gs gives me any crap, I'll lay them out..." "You do that then..." Uhh, check it out, yeah [Verse 1: Fashawn] In a neighborhood, predominantly black, was a house party A typical game of craps and Cognac Heard the commotion, when somebody hit a seven Saw a pack of black queens hopping out a white Lexus Gangstas on the front lawn, function in the back A bunch of wild Africans who don't know how to act Rat in my ear talking 'bout "Can we leave now?" Took her to the attic and stared to sweat her weave out I bust a nut and reemerge out a weed cloud To the party, f** it if whoever saw me (stop) My foam cup dirty with the lemon-lime Three uninvited guests enter at the same time White dudes with Swastikas tatted on they arm Surrounded by n***as who'd be glad to do them harm Not even fair, they outnumbered and gotta be aware I could smell a problem in the air They strolled through and everybody gazed Pretty obvious they're not afraid "Let 'em live." That's what Mama Miss Golly said But my partner Big Linky pulled a chopper out instead Interrogative, asked if they knew where they was at They had to, these honkies look a little too relaxed Said they only came for the b**hes That's when suddenly I heard a bang from the distance n***as scattered as the door opens up Went from three to 100; now there's more of them than us If you ain't bring a firearm you should duck Or hit the floor and be a fortunate one to survive They snatched Linky by the neck, gave him one in his head I went and grabbed the nine under his bed He had bad karma, dirty sweat below the rug In debt with various thugs, had an Aryan plug That he robbed months ago, they're back for revenge Gave him a bullet for every stack that he spent Explains the skinheads crawling through his crib No mercy, they shot Mama Golly in the ribs Poor Linky left his noodles on his couch I could finally get away, or try and shoot it out Bounced to the nearest gas station Hopped in the closest motherf**ing cab waiting Saw an opportunity and had to take it Only thing on my mind now is retaliation Plantation [Outro: Sample] "Get on, white folk. This here's the plantation sure enough, but Miss Golly? She ain't up yet!" "Now look who here! They done set us off, talking whities!" "Honkies with their wrinkly white a**es..."