CHORUS:    In my deuce and a quarter feelin' funky funky fine    And I'm rockin' that stupid shit    In my deuce and a quarter feelin' funky funky fine    And I'm rockin' that stupid shit       Rollin' in my deuce deuce 5    Convertible top down so I can see the honeys passin' me by    It's a beautiful day in my neighborhood    But 5 or 10 minutes, a criminal puts me in a bad mood    And some would say that's just a black man's perspective    But nowaday, I find that it's reflective    Of what I see goin' down everyday    My brothers and my sisters gettin' played    So we revert 2 committin' dope, many brothers get hurt    By another brother who don't like salt in his dirt    'cause in the streets, see, that's the way it is    U keep your mouth shut and stay out of other people's biz    See, the system wasn't made 4 me or U    And as a matter of fact, it wasn't made 4 a poor white who...    Gets their weekly hit    Or should I say that weekly check    And start depending on that shit like a glass dick    These are some of the feelings that I'm holdin'    But everything's fine while I'm rollin'...       CHORUS       (Don't everyday)       How many, how many times must we commit crimes    Against people no better off than us, but in our own minds?    A-havin' it, grabbin' it, tastin' it    And when U step off, I finally rub your face in it    See, the local's preacher is not suited 4 the have-nots    The poor get poorer and the rich continue 2 clock ... not!    That means U end up with the booty    And we all know a broke man is a man with no friends    And that's basically the way society is    And money talk, pusher walk and sleepin' on the politics    Soon we must live 2 consolidate    As we continue 2 consume instead of producin', seal our on fate    (In my deuce and a quarter feelin' funky funky fine)    People right now really don't give a damn    (And I'm rockin' that stupid shit)    'cause in the 20 mile radius, there's probably not one black and...    Hispanic taken 4 granted and left 2 clean their own shit up, huh    No need 4 panic, I'm out    That's bullshit!       CHORUS       In my... in my... in my...    Rockin' that stupid shit    Rockin'... rockin'... rockin' that stupid shit