Текст песни Mos Def - Mr. Nigga, слова песни Mos Def

Текст песни Mos Def - Mr. Nigga

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Say ho, everybody say hoBy the way yoI said shake your soul like way back in the day-yoBy the way yo, everybody say hoEverybody say hooooo- hoooEverybody say hoAnd check it out nowWho is the cat eatin out on the townAnd make the whole dining room turn they head roundMr Nigga, Nigga NiggaHe got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunkWho be ridin up in the highrise elevatorOther tenants who be prayin they ain`t the new neighborMr Nigga, Nigga NiggaThey try to play him like a chump cause he got what they wantHe under thirty years old but already he`s a proDesigner trousers slung low ccause his pockets stay swoll`Could afford to get up and be anywhere he goV.I.P. at the club, backstage at the show(Yes y`all) the best crib, the best clothesHottest whips on the road neck and wrists on froze (say word)Checks with O`s o-o-o-o-ohsStraight all across the globe watch got three time-zonesKeep the digital phone up to his domeTwo assistants, two bank accounts, two homesOne problem; even with the O`s on his checkThe po-po stop him and show no respect"Is there a problem officer?" Damn straight, it`s called raceThat motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chaseSay they want you successful, but that ain`t the caseYou livin large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your faceNow, who is cat dining out on the townMaitre`d wanna take a whole year to sit him downMr Nigga, Nigga NiggaHe got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunkNow, who is the cat at Armani buyin wearsWith the tourists who be askin him, do you work here?Mr Nigga, Nigga NiggaNigga NiggaYo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos DefWhite folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe"I didn`t say it.."But they`ll say it out loud againWhen they get with they close associates and friendsYou know, sneak it in with they friends at the jobHappy hour at the bar while this song is in they carAnd even if they`ve never said it, lips stay sealedThey actions reveal how their hearts really feelLike, late night I`m on a first class flightThe only brother in sight the flight attendent catch frightI sit down in my seat, 2CShe approach officially talkin about, "Excuse me"Her lips curl up into a tight spaceCause she don`t believe that I`m in the right placeShowed her my boarding pass, and then she sort of gaspedAll embarrassed put an extra lime on my water glassAn hour later here she comes by walkin past"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"(Wowwww.. Mr. Nigga I love you, I have all your albums!..)They stay on nigga patrol on american roadsAnd when you travel abroad they got world nigga lawSome folks get on a plane go as they pleaseBut I go over seas and I get over-SEIZEDLondon Heathrow, me and my peopleThey think that illegal`s a synonym for negroFar away places, customs agents flagrantThey think the dark face is smuggle weight in they casesBags inspected, now we arrestedAttention directed to contents of our intestinesUrinalyis followed by X-raysInterrogated and detained til damn near the next dayNo evidence, no appology and no regardEven for the big american rap starFor us especially, us most especiallyA Mr Nigga VIP jail cell just for me"If I knew you were coming I`d have baked a cakeJust got some shoe-polish, painted my face"They say they want you successful, but then they make it stressfulYou start keepin pace, they start changin up the tempoNow, who is cat riding out on the townState trooper wanna stop him in his ride, pat him downMr Nigga, Nigga NiggaHe got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunkNow, who is the cat with the hundred dollar billThey gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is realMr Nigga, Nigga NiggaNigga Nigga.. NiggaYou can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wannaWoody Allen, molested and married his step-daughterSame press kickin dirt on Michael`s nameShow Woody and Soon-Yi at the playoff game, holdin handsSit back and just bug, think about thatWould he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?O.J. found innocent by a jury of his peersAnd they been fuckin with that nigga for last five yearsIs it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?Do you do the same shit when the defendent face is white?If white boys doin it, well, it`s successWhen I start doin, well, it`s suspectDon`t hate me, my folks is poor, I just got moneyAmerica`s five centuries deep in cotton moneyYou see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight upIt`s new, y`all livin off of slave traders paperBut I`m a live though, yo I`m a live thoughI`m puttin up the big swing for my kids yoGot my mom the fat water-front crib yoI`m a get her them pretty bay windowsI`m a cop a nice home to provide inA safe environment for seeds to reside inA fresh whip for my whole family to ride inAnd if I`m still Mr Nigga, I won`t find it suprisin

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Mr. Nigga

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