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(blends into intro with dialogue from spike lee’s _do the right thing_)
Twenty d energizers.
Twenty, c energizer?
D, not c, d.
B energizer?
D motherfucker, d! learn to speak english first, alright? d!
How many you say?
Twenty, motherfucker, twenty.
Honey...
Mother-fuck you!
[ice cube]
Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers
That make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin every brother in the world’s out to take
So they watch every damn move that I make
They hope I don’t pull out a gat and try to rob
They funky little store, but bitch, I got a job
(look you little chinese motherfucker
I ain’t tryin to steal none of yo’ shit, leave me alone!
Mother-fuck you!)
Yo yo, check it out
So don’t follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass’ll be a target
Of the nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that’s what the boy got
So pay respect to the black fist
Or we’ll burn your store, right down to a crisp
And then we’ll see ya!
Cause you can’t turn the ghetto - into black korea
I do fuck you! |
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