U Still A aggiN - Willie D

Mama’s outside, barbecuing ribs and links

It’s Juneteenth, but to me it don’t mean stink

It’s a day of emancipation, but everybody wonder why

Willie ain’t celebrating

But things ain’t perfect

I’m looking beyond the surface

So instead of drinking beer, and playing Dominoes

I’m sitting in the room with my eyes closed

(chorus — K-Rino — some Jamaican)

White man and the mental yet ta black ol’shade

White man and the mental yet ta blacd ol’shade?

For tellin' black mon no matta the dum’smarta rich

If the matta mo’mon jus a white mon’s bitch

De givin us crack to let the ghetto people

Coming to the problem of the world

Blaming racial discrimination when they fuckin' up the self

Willie D slap the thigh, and K-Rino crack despise

Black mon get the government dick out ya eyez

(Willie D)

Follow me now, see, as I get a little deeper

They think I’m a drug dealer, cause I wear a beeper

But if I wasn’t black, and I talked all proper

They probably think I was a doctor

I try to have the finest things in life

But when I get’em, they say I’m not living right

They search my house and car for no reason

Like it’s muthafuckin' goddamn nigga season

And it is when U think about it

They hurt yo’ass, treat U like an animal, and bragg about it

It’s like a cop turnin' vicious as a 12-gauge

No wonder why he gets his picture on the front page

Now even if you’re light, and damn near white

You’ll get smoked, B-cuz yo' in the same boat tryin'

To surround yourself with white

Folks in your video

Like Paula Abdul she’s a silly ho

Although U only might be one-percent black troop

They still consider you a mook

But she say’s she ain’t black, so how da’FUCK she figga?

Yo bitch, u still a nigga

(chorus — K-Rino — some Jamaican I imagine???)

Government broke in my house with they guns

So they busin' and breakin' cos' they paid to no one

Now they have a murder rap and they makin no stros

So I’m facin' incarceration in the police station

There wasn’t a bitch or a wicked assassin

Since they comment homicide

Offering to tend protection

Resist conviction

Cos the shot from da’honest white mon

Now to hear some muthafuckin run

(Willie D)

True niggas retaliate, they don’t run

I say we niggas 'cos they treat us like scum

So get a nose job like Michael Jackson

Go to a white school, and change your accent

U STILL A NIGGA, so how da’fuck U figga

Since U moved out da’neighborhood

And datin' a peckerwood

That you’re different from the rest of the clan

Tryin' to get a job, and count how many doors slam

Goddamn, I’m on a row

I can’t forget about my bald head hoes

To some, it’s a fashion

To wear weave and pony tails

But the other hoes wanna be white girls

Whodini said «Be Yourself, Trooper,»

U don’t see white folks tryin' to act BLACK do ya

So why U laughin' at the brotha in dreads

U neet to get the chemicals out yo’own motherfuckin' heads!

No matter how U aim and change your game

And rearrange your frame, U STILL A NIGGA!!!