Willie D - Trip Across From Mexico lyrics

[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