"U Know A Black Guy" lyrics
(feat. A Black Guy)
This song goes out to, uh, someone very special
Not many people can say this, but I know a black guy
Alfonzo, crazier than Gonzo
Askin' other niggas, I'm the nigga with a poncho
Hit it on my bongos, where the fuck my bong go?
Had it in my hand, one second it's gone, yo
Yo, we just ran outta weed
All we have is stems and seeds
Let's roll down the street
There's only one homie that's got the weed
So we pull up to Tyrone's
Ask his mama if he home
She opened the door, and then we saw
A party going on
All the ladies in the house throwing babies in the air
They've got to go on home
Say you can lose your shirt and say I don't really care
And I don't wanna tell no one
You know a black guy
You know a black guy
Fuckin' take your boots off, so do something, you
Mr. OJ on the Avenue
Yes, the deuce is loose, call me number 2
Stab a ninja in the dick, then leave a clue
Mr. Paper glass phat guy, big booty Rucka
I'ma end the world in a minute, Azteca
From the Ascepta, gadget inspecta
Don't carry no cash, but I float you a checka
Don't try to cash that 'til the first of 15
You know what I'm sayin' unless niggas take food stamps
All the ladies in the house throwing babies in the air
They've got to go on home
Say you can lose your shirt and say I don't really care
And I don't wanna tell no one
You know a black guy
You know a black guy
Oh shit, it's the cops
Go, go, go, go, go
Hide the weed
Everybody on the floor
Wait a minute...
What the hell are all these white people doing here?
You're telling us we have the party here?
Oh, well, uh... white people... that's not so bad
Sorry about that
We should have the car fixed next week
All the crackers in the house throw their liquor in the air
They've got to go on home
Couple bloods passing out in the chair
I know some white guys
I know some white guys
All the ladies in the house throwing babies in the air
They've got to go on home
Say you can lose your shirt and say I don't really care
And I don't wanna tell no one
You know a black guy
You know a black guy
Not many people can say this, but I know a black guy
Alfonzo, crazier than Gonzo
Askin' other niggas, I'm the nigga with a poncho
Hit it on my bongos, where the fuck my bong go?
Had it in my hand, one second it's gone, yo
Yo, we just ran outta weed
All we have is stems and seeds
Let's roll down the street
There's only one homie that's got the weed
So we pull up to Tyrone's
Ask his mama if he home
She opened the door, and then we saw
A party going on
All the ladies in the house throwing babies in the air
They've got to go on home
Say you can lose your shirt and say I don't really care
And I don't wanna tell no one
You know a black guy
You know a black guy
Fuckin' take your boots off, so do something, you
Mr. OJ on the Avenue
Yes, the deuce is loose, call me number 2
Stab a ninja in the dick, then leave a clue
Mr. Paper glass phat guy, big booty Rucka
I'ma end the world in a minute, Azteca
From the Ascepta, gadget inspecta
Don't carry no cash, but I float you a checka
Don't try to cash that 'til the first of 15
You know what I'm sayin' unless niggas take food stamps
All the ladies in the house throwing babies in the air
They've got to go on home
Say you can lose your shirt and say I don't really care
And I don't wanna tell no one
You know a black guy
You know a black guy
Oh shit, it's the cops
Go, go, go, go, go
Hide the weed
Everybody on the floor
Wait a minute...
What the hell are all these white people doing here?
You're telling us we have the party here?
Oh, well, uh... white people... that's not so bad
Sorry about that
We should have the car fixed next week
All the crackers in the house throw their liquor in the air
They've got to go on home
Couple bloods passing out in the chair
I know some white guys
I know some white guys
All the ladies in the house throwing babies in the air
They've got to go on home
Say you can lose your shirt and say I don't really care
And I don't wanna tell no one
You know a black guy
You know a black guy
