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album: black on both sides

Say ho everybody say ho

bop po quay yo

I said take your soul like way back in the day yo

bop po quay yo everybody say ho

Everybody say hooooo hooo

Everybody say ho

And check it out now

Who is the cat eating out on the town

And make the whole dining room turn they head around

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

He got the speakers in the trunk

With the bass on crunk

Who be riding up in the highrise elevator

Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

They try to play him like a chump

Cause he got what they want

He under thirty years old

But already he's a pro

Designer trousers slung low

Because his pockets stay swoll'

Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go

VIP at the club, backstage at the show

(Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes

Hottest whips on the road

Neck and wrists on froze (say word)

Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs

Straight all across the globe

Watch got three time-zones

Keep a digital phone up to his dome

Two assistants

Two bank accounts, two homes

One problem

Even with the O's on his check

The po-po stop him and show no respect

"Is there a problem officer?"

Damn straight, it's called race

That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase

Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case

You livin large, your skin is dark

They flash a light in your face

Now, who is cat dining out on the town

Me'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

He got the speakers in the trunk

With the bass on crunk

Now, who is the cat at Armani buying wears

With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here?

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

Nigga Nigga

Yo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos Def

White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe

"I didn't say it.."

But they'll say it out loud again

When they deal with their close associates and friends

You know

Sneak it in with they friends at the job

Happy hour at the bar

While this song is in they car

And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed

Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel

Like, late night I'm on a first class flight

The only brother in sight

The flight attendent catch fright

I sit down in my seat, 2C

She approach officially talking about, "Excuse me"

Her lips curl up into a tight space

She don't believe that I'm in the right place

Showed her my boarding pass,

And then she sort of gasped

All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass

An hour later here she comes by walking past

"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"

They stay on Nigga patrol on american roads

And when you travel abroad they got world Nigga laws

Some folks get on a plane go as they please

But I go over seas and I get over siezed

London-Heathro, me and my people

They think that illegal's a synonym for Negro

Far away places, customs agents flagrant

They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases

Bags inspected, now we arrested

Attention directed to contents of our intestines

Urinanalyis followed by X-rays

Interrogated and detained to damn near the next day

No evidence, no apology and no regard

Even for the big american rap star

For us especially, us most especially,

A Mr Nigga VIP jail cell just for me

"If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake

Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face"

They say they want you successful

But then they make it stressful

You start keeping pace, they start turnin up the tempo

Now, who is cat riding out on the town

State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

He got the speakers in the trunk

With the bass on crunk

Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill

They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real

Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga

Nigga Nigga Nigga

You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna

Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter

Same press kicking dirt on Michael's name

Show Woody and Soon-Ye at the playoff game, holding hands

Sit back and just bug, think about that

Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?

OJ found innocent by a jury of his peers

They been fucking with that Nigga for last five years

Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?

Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white?

If white boys doing it, well, it's success

When I start doing, well, it's suspect

Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money

America's five centuries deep in cotton money

You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up

It's new, Y'all living off of slave traders paper

But I'm a live though, yo I'm a live though

Putting up the big swing for my kids yo

Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo

I'm a get her them pretty bay windows

I'm a cop a nice home to provide in

A safe environment for seeds to reside in

A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in

And if I'm still Mr Nigga, I won't find it suprising