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
%#@! 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

^!$$% what you mean
I didn't hit
^!$$%

You full of %#@!
^!$$%
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)