Testo Suburban Ranger - Stuck Mojo
Testo della canzone Suburban Ranger (Stuck Mojo), tratta dall'album Rising
Why you wanna step to me? My C-I-S
Brothers don't play, you got a lot to say
When you with your boys on the other side of town
I catch you one on one and then yo ass is beat down (Ha!)
I see you styling highly profile
Tryin to play that thug role, your head is swollen
Now you want to be all that you can be
But not by the colors of the army
Yo, you in the wrong hood, you better knock on wood
Gold chains, gold rings, you misunderstood
Trace back, look back, you ain't black
Niggas fake, wiggas sneaking through the cracks
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Mister Mirror Image, you wanna scrimmage
Why? When your goof-troop ass looks like Grimace
In your altered state, fake mistakes
Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate
Yeah, I'm gon' slap a mutha- for not being himself
Chemical imbalance coming from the wealth
Don't try to be like, and sip herbal tea like
And come to my crib run, your jibs and ad-lib
Urban cross-dressing. language molesting
Here's a suggestion, time for a confession
I never liked you, I still want to fight you
K.O. first round, lights out, troop
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Order! Jury, have you reached a verdict?
We find the wigger guilty!
I hereby sentence you, wigger, to a hundred years confined to a chair
Forced to watch episodes of Andy Grifith Show
Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk
No parole
Corny, you lose your profiles confused
Wannabes make me sneeze, make me itch like fleas
Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see
Circles in a square, bite that ass like bees!
Your image is deceiving, I ain't believing
You trying to act like me for no reason
Change your game, your rhymes off season
Mess with Steven, I'll leave your crew grieving
False advertisement, strike a pose for the no-style trophy
The great big phony, sponsored by Oscar Baloney
For your whole made-up style, you owe me
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Don't get mad, unless we're talking 'bout you
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Park Ward, Theron Gerrod Archie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.
Altre canzoni dell'album
Ultimi articoli
A settembre una raccolta di b-side dei disciolti Stuck Mojo
(13/07/2001)
Due nuovi brani degli Stuck Mojo in Rete
(05/06/2001)
Disco postumo e carriere soliste per gli ex Stuck Mojo
(10/04/2001)
Tre ex Stuck Mojo alle prese con una nuova band
(06/04/2001)
Che fine hanno fatto gli Stuck Mojo?
(08/03/2001)
Il lottatore di wrestling Chris Jericho forma una nuova band con gli Stuck Mojo
(12/10/2000)