作词 : Pudim
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 *****s screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help me)
***** go make your own help
*****t 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 ***** 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
***** what you mean
I didn't hit
***** You full of *****t
***** 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 ***** you lose
The line forms to the rear lady muther ***** 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)