Willie D - Rodney K lyrics

f** Rodney King in his a** When I see tha mothaf**a I'ma 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'ma 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 hoe 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'ma 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...