Pudim      Are you ready?    Uptown, on the corner, uptown   Uptown on the corner, uptown   I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to die next   Cause the white man's got a God complex   Tellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help me)   Nigga go make your own help   Shit you need it   I turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in bars   Pimps parked outside in big pretty flavor flav cars   Cleaner than a broke dick dog   Sittin in a big fine frog   Dressed very fine and fly in their calvin kani   No matter how you flex   Yo jim   They'll die next   Cause the white man's got a God complex   Uptown on the corner, uptown (x 4)   Hey brother what you sport my man   I got just the thing for you   Only cause you're 10 and 2   What ya gonna do baby   I got black ones   Brown ones   Red ones   Yellow ones   I even got a white one   If you want to buy some   Yeah   That's right   2 5 8 play it straight   Got it all worked out   I know what I'm talkin bout   Yo I been readin my dream books   So I ain't no way the kid is gonna get took   Nigga what you mean   I didn't hit   Nigga   You full of shit   Nigga   Lick the ice (uh)   Now 7   Come on be nice and hit 11   Well what do you know   It's lil joe   Ey my man   Got twenty dollars eh lil joe don't blow   Ah baby needs a new pair of shoes   Ah pappas got the funky blues   Ah mamma plays the crosswords in the news   Sorry nigga you lose   The line forms to the rear lady muther fuck your welfare check   Cause the white man's got a God complex   Uptown on the corner (x 4)   Mr. stein elevating a friend   But is proud to be mine   But you just want to cheat me cause I ain't your kind   Damn   I'm so poor   I don't know what the hell i'ma do anymore   Not from this day to the next   Cause the white man's got a God complex   (vamp out)