Mos Def - Mr. Nigga Lyrics
mr. niggaSay ho, everybody say hoBop-po quay yoI said take it slow like way back in the day-yoBop-po quay yo, everybody say hoEverybody say hooooo- hoooEverybody say hoAnd check it out nowWho is cat eating out on the townAnd make the whole dining room turn they head aroundMr nigga, nigga niggaHe got the speakers in the trunkWith the bass on crunkWho be riding up in the highrise elevatorOther tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighborMr nigga, nigga niggaThey try to play him like a chumpCause he got what they wantHe under thirty years oldBut already he's a proDesigner trousers slung lowBecause his pockets stay swoll'Could afford to get up and be anywhere he goVip at the club, backstage at the show(yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothesHottest whips on the roadNeck and wrists on froze (say word)Checks with o's o-o-o-o-ohsStraight all across the globeWatch got three time-zonesKeep a digital phone up to his domeTwo assistantsTwo bank accounts, two homesOne problemEven with the o's on his checkThe po-po stop him and show no respect"is there a problem officer?"Damn straight, it's called raceThat motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chaseSay they want you successful, but that ain't the caseYou livin large, your skin is darkThey flash a light in your faceNow, who is cat dining out on the townMe'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him downMr nigga, nigga niggaHe got the speakers in the trunkWith the bass on crunkNow, who is the cat at armani buying wearsWith the tourists who be asking him, do you work here?Mr nigga, nigga niggaNigga niggaYo, the abstract with the mighty mos defWhite folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe"i didn't say it.."But they'll say it out loud againWhen they deal with their close associates and friendsYou knowSneak it in with they friends at the jobHappy hour at the barWhile this song is in they carAnd even if they've never said it, lips stay sealedTheir actions reveal how their hearts really feelLike, late night i'm on a first class flightThe only brother in sightThe flight attendent catch frightI sit down in my seat, 2cShe approach officially talking about, "excuse me"Her lips curl up into a tight spaceShe don't believe that i'm in the right placeShowed her my boarding pass,And then she sort of gaspedAll embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glassAn hour later here she comes by walking past"i hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"They stay on nigga patrol on american roadsAnd when you travel abroad they got world nigga lawsSome folks get on a plane go as they pleaseBut i go over seas and i get over siezedLondon-heathro, me and my peopleThey think that illegal's a synonym for negroFar away places, customs agents flagrantThey think the dark face is smuggle waiting in casesBags inspected, now we arrestedAttention directed to contents of our intestinesUrinanalyis followed by x-raysInteregated and detained to damn near the next dayNo evidence, no appology and no regardEven for the big american rap starFor us especially, us most especially,A mr nigga vip jail cell just for me"if i knew you were coming i'd have baked a cakeJust got some shoe-polish, painted my face"They say they want you successfulBut then they make it stressfulYou start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempoNow, who is cat riding out on the townState trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him downMr nigga, nigga niggaHe got the speakers in the trunkWith the bass on crunkNow, who is the cat with the hundred dollar billThey gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is realMr nigga, nigga niggaNigga nigga niggaYou can laugh and criticize michael jackson if you wannaWoody allen, molested and married his step-daughterSame press kicking dirt on michael's nameShow woody and soon-ye at the playoff game, holding handsSit back and just bug, think about thatWould he get that type of dap if his name was woody black?Oj found innocent by a jury of his peersThey been *****ing with that nigga for last five yearsIs it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white?If white boys doing it, well, it's successWhen i start doing, well, it's suspectDon't hate me, my folks is poor, i just got moneyAmerica's five centuries deep in cotton moneyYou see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight upIt's new, y'all living off of slave traders paperBut i'm a live though, yo i'm a live thoughPutting up the big swing for my kids yoGot my mom the fat water-front crib yoI'm a get her them pretty bay windowsI'm a cop a nice home to provide inA safe environment for seeds to reside inA fresh whip for my whole family to ride inAnd if i'm still mr nigga, i won't find it suprising
