i dont wanna sell yay    get my door kicked in by the kkk   shoulda said the police   lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice      from the tracks of the ghetto   i try to escape   ya caught my music   on a CD or rap tape   i make it then take it   to the mom and papa store   for a proper cash flo'   from the mom and papa store      dont want no more rappers on consignment   find another alignment   come back another climate   people don't even know who you is   you need a name in the music biz      your album, for one, has no promotion   your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion   your ashy, your music is trashy   outkast, inside they class me   out the door is where they catch me   (WHERE?)   Straight into the street   (WHERE YOU GOIN?)   now im on my way to swap meet   (SAY WHAT?)   Tryn to make a mil without a record deal   selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)      Hustlin on the street is hard   in a fight with the white security guard   talkin bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'   I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin   Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass   skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!   Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean   tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in   you can spend your money here   you cant make no money here   you better get outta here ya here here   did i make myself clear?   i go and drink a beer   til im pissy in my belly    big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!)      I'm so depressed plus overstressed   wanna rap so hard im obsessed   sometimes i wanna cock my heat   make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)      let me out, let me out   let me show the whole world what im all about   let me out, let me out   let me rap til the party people scream n shout   let me out, let me out   let me show the whole world the best of me   let me out, let me out   let me take contol of my destiny      depressed, determined   smokin, shermann   black, german   monster, herman   sellin, crack   money, stacked   down for a murder, black   like roberta flack   get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up   'cause the music industry is messed up, baby!   i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi   sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody   ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin   its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin   it might sound strange in my rhyme   but im from the west coast   i cant change with the hands of time   what i am is what i am   if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn   black pecker's my title, john king is my idol   im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival   i dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin   bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in   i dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo   i pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit   you talk too much shit, thats why you got hit   walkin home with your gums split   while i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)   bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)   cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO   punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch   I wanna kill every cop I meet   I wanna burn down this house that swapped me   Im talkin smack but you aint hearin   get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin   all the koreans and all the europeans   the ones makin money off of black human beings   OH! give it up, give it up   its time for the black folks to live it up   a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down   run the white cops outta town, motherfucker   so tell andy griffith that his punk ass b   runs from the black vigilante   it cant be,   a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan   feel the wrath of the afroman      let me out, let me out   let me show these motherfuckers what im all about   let me out, let me out   fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout   let me out, let me out   let me show the whole world the best of me   let me out, let me out   let me take control of my destiny      I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT   if you dont give it to me baby, ima take it   fuck the music industry, fuck the music biz   i make my own rap tape and tell it like it is   revolution, revolution   revolution - thats the solution   i made the rap tape, i made the CD   fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!   BITCH!      ladadadadadadadadada   Nobody understand the Afroman   ladadadadadadadadada   fuck the police and the ku klux klan   ladadadadadadadadada   ima hungry hustla, east side young busta