Public Enemy - Godd Complexx Lyrics
PudimAre you ready?Uptown, on the corner, uptownUptown on the corner, uptownI turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout whos goin to die nextCause the white mans got a God complexTellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help me)Nigga go make your own helpShit you need itI turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in barsPimps parked outside in big pretty flavor flav carsCleaner than a broke dick dogSittin in a big fine frogDressed very fine and fly in their calvin kaniNo matter how you flexYo jimTheyll die nextCause the white mans got a God complexUptown on the corner, uptown (x 4)Hey brother what you sport my manI got just the thing for youOnly cause youre 10 and 2What ya gonna do babyI got black onesBrown onesRed onesYellow onesI even got a white oneIf you want to buy someYeahThats right2 5 8 play it straightGot it all worked outI know what Im talkin boutYo I been readin my dream booksSo I aint no way the kid is gonna get tookNigga what you meanI didnt hitNiggaYou full of shitNiggaLick the ice (uh)Now 7Come on be nice and hit 11Well what do you knowIts lil joeEy my manGot twenty dollars eh lil joe dont blowAh baby needs a new pair of shoesAh pappas got the funky bluesAh mamma plays the crosswords in the newsSorry nigga you loseThe line forms to the rear lady muther ***** your welfare checkCause the white mans got a God complexUptown on the corner (x 4)Mr. stein elevating a friendBut is proud to be mineBut you just want to cheat me cause I aint your kindDamnIm so poorI dont know what the hell ima do anymoreNot from this day to the nextCause the white mans got a God complex(vamp out)
