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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'...

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(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!

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In my... in my... in my...
Rockin' that stupid shit
Rockin'... rockin'... rockin' that stupid shit
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