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Don't call me nigga, whitey...
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Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken
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2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...
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They say a negro ain't good for nothin' but a show
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Talkin' slang and walkin' with a radio
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Drippin' sweat on basketball courts
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Dominatin' but that's at all sports
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Or inventin' a new kind of handshake
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To get they picture on a box of pancake mix
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So I kick some hip hop
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And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop
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But prayin' ain't all we do, see
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Next we play bingo and barbecue
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Them days I could praise the lord and still gamble
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And eat more dead meet than little black sambo
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But I gotta hear a lot of old ladies
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Catchin' the holy ghost most in their 80's
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And I don't wanna hear no yellin'
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Naw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon
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Cause I'm the stereotype...
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They think all black folks look alike
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We either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike
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Or up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood nervous
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So I get poor service
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Wherever I go they steady tryin' to put jackets on me
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Cause I ain't one of they fake-ass homies
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Naw, I'm just a negro who knows what's jumpin'
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So they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin'
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When I go to the store or out to eat
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Ladies start puttin' purses by they feet
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Pullin' a mace out they bras like one-time
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Waitin' on some crime
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For me to commit so they can unload
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That's how tricks get floored
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Y'all can't let y'all imaginations
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Get the best of y'all
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And that goes for the rest of y'all
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Cause I'm the stereotype...
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So I'm just your typical so-called african-american
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Back in your hair again
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At your door for more free
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butter and cheese, please
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Let me take my cake-cutter
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And tease this buckwheat hairdoo
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To fit the stereotype scenario
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That I gave on my application
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Unemployment information
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Like moms can't find no affordable housin'
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How many kids she got? About thousand
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And everyone got a different daddy
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And I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees
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But before my injury I was fine
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Did everythin' from a jack to a shoeshine
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I was allways down to work then
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Until I got stretched out in the pen
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Now I'm the stereotype...
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So, yeah, i get it all from the big screen
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Showin' black girls hoin' at sixteen
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On the corner outside in the cold half-naked
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Ain't nothin' sacred?
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Cause all they know is what they seein' on daytime dramas
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So now they like teenage grandmas
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Who gotta stop they work and roll
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To the nurse for a purse full of birth control
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And that ain't so proper cause in my hood
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They need to cancel soap-operas
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Cause black females be belivin' all that
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That's why they fall flat
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So young and innocent
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But by the time they reach eighteen
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They been done went crazy, hittin' that P-I-P
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Every Gladys Knight with the silent E
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So I'm the stereotype...
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Stereotype
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