You can check my blackness
|
Fact is I'm rough as a cactus
|
Now I gotta change what I practice
|
So I went to the suburbs and bought me a big house
|
And now they want to run a brother out
|
I'm a well educated young maker of revenue
|
Rollin in a big black BMW
|
So I'm supposed to fit
|
Because I'm straight legit
|
But the police still wanna trip
|
They accused me of robbing myself
|
Never seen a brother with wealth
|
Hell I thought I was big
|
Now I'm trapped in a house
|
Cause the cops got my cribb staked out
|
The police chief is runnin for commissioner
|
But if I get out of this chief I'm gettin ya
|
Chief needs a cover up plan
|
Cause he heard I'm fameous
|
Called a crazy white boy
|
Name was Amos
|
I thought Amos was a burglar
|
But when he saw me
|
He said I never heard of ya
|
He couldn't tell north from south
|
But Amos was my only way out
|
Of this suburbian nightmare
|
My suburbian nightmare
|
I may not look like Beaver
|
But you don't either
|
I bought a big house for the breather
|
Even in the suburbs cops are my enemy
|
And all the rich liberals ain't friendly
|
So Amos got a shotgun
|
And I got a skillet
|
Anything movin and I'll straight up kill it
|
I'm a black man on the come up
|
I got done up and roughed up
|
By a cop trying to get hooked up
|
I got a meal and I just sealed two more deals
|
And now I'm runnin from the cops
|
This just ain't real
|
Ya see the cops sent in Amos to play that role
|
Be a burglar and robb my home
|
They offered him a deal and then took it back
|
Ol' Amos should have signed him a contract
|
Chief walks in talkin that nigger smack
|
"Nigger That"
|
Now they want me for attemted murder
|
The craziest case that a brother ever heard of
|
The neighborhood fears me
|
They're scared to get near me
|
The cops want to smear me
|
My suburbian nightmare
|
My suburbian nightmare
|
I used to eat pigfeet
|
Now I'm eatin lobster
|
Gettin my check well ta hell with them propers
|
Life still ain't changed cause I gotta get my hustle on
|
Just to get these cops gone
|
Four or Five meal can't make my waist change
|
It can make the pace change
|
But it won't maintain
|
I can't go outside to jogg
|
Cause my next door neighbor got a predjudice dog
|
But it's America home of the free
|
Life in the burbs ain't nothin like T.V.
|
Now I'm runnin from the cop clan
|
cause my neighborhood told the cops
|
"It was a black man"
|
Mr and Mrs Gillman next door
|
Puffin on a joint kinky to the core
|
And thats a typical role model
|
White picket fence big house and a bottle
|
Who can I blame for the stero typical mix up
|
Innocent and I can't get tripped up
|
Things are supposed to change when ya grow to my size
|
Open your eyes to my suburbian nightmare
|
My suburbian nightmare
|
My suburbian nightmare
|
"Yo Amos hook up the pizza homey"
|
My suburbian nightmare
|
"And we outtie"
|
|
-----------------
|
My Suburbian Nightmare
|
| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
