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Okay, here's the story about my mom and dad
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One was white
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One was black
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I bet you think you're glad
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I'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan
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I don't know what the hell I'm on
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So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!
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Kinky hair when I wake up
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Straight when I go to bed
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My dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said
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My mother she's a honkey
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My dad's Kentucky fried
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I don't know what the hell I'm on
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So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!
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Back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side
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It's hot dogs on Friday nights
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The chicken's country fried
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My dad says "Yo boy pass the peas!"
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My mom says pass the squash
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I need something to ease the pain
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So I'll go downtown and get some downers
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Whoa, man, I'm a little bit slow
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But I've got to get up somehow
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Got no money
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Just a good idea
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Let me tell you how
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I'll steal my parents credit cards
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Oh yes I'll rip them off
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I'll go downtown to where dad works
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And get myself some cocaine
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Now I'm high, and I'm not shy
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I'll get it off my chest
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My mom is white, she thinks she's right
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She thinks that she's the best
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My dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golf
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I don't know what the hell I am
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So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!
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1, 2, 3 ... SLAM!!!
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| Guttermouth |
