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Suburbian Nightmare

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(Verse 1)You can check my blackness, fact isI`m rough as a cactusNow I gotta change what I practiceSo I went to the suburbs and bought me a big houseAnd now they wanna run a brother out?I`m a well-educated young maker of revenueRollin` in a big black BMWSo I`m supposed to fit because I`m straight legitBut the police STILL wanna tripThey accuse me of robbin` myselfNever seen a brother with wealthHell, I thought I was big, and now I`m trapped in the house`Cause the cops got my crib staked outThe police chief is runnin` for comissionerBut if I get outta this, chief, I`m gettin` yaCheif needs a cover-up plan `cause he heard I`m famousCalled a crazy white boy, name was AmosI thought Amos was a burglarBut when he saw me, he said I never heard of yaHe couldn`t tell north from southBut Amos was my only way outof this suburbian nightmareHuh YeahMy suburbian nightmare(Verse 2)I may not look like Beaver, but you don`t eitherI bought a big house for the breatherEven in the suburbs, cops are my enemyAnd all the rich liberals ain`t friendlySo Amos got a shotgun and I got a skilletAnything movin`, I`ma straight up kill itI`m a black man on the come-up, I got done upAnd roughed up by a cop tryin` to get hooked upI got a meal and I just sealed two more dealsAnd now I`m runnin` from the cops? This ain`t real!You see, the cops sent Amos in to play that role,Be a burglar and rob my home?They offered him a deal and then took it backOl` Amos should have signed them a contractCheif walks in talkin` that +nigga+ smack*punch* "oof!" "+nigga, take+ that!"Now they want me for attempted murderThe craziest case that a brother ever heard ofThe neighborhood fears me, they`re scared to get near meThe cops wanna smear meMy suburbian nightmareSuburbian nightmare(Verse 3)I used to eat pig feet, now I`m eatin` lobsterGettin` my check, boy, the hell with them propersLife still ain`t changed `cause I gotta get my hustle onJust to get these cops goneFour or five mil` can`t make my race changeIt can make the pace change, but it won`t maintainI can`t go outside to jog`Cause my next-door neighbor got a prejudiced dogBut it`s America, home of the freeLife in the `burbs ain`t nothin` like TVNow I`m runnin` from the cop clan`Cause my neighborhood told the cops: "It was a black man"Mr. and Mrs. Gilman next doorPuffin` on a joint, kinky to the coreAnd that`s the typical role modelWhite picket fence, big house and a bottleWho can I blame for the stereotypical mix-up?The innocent again get tricked upThings is supposed to change when you grow to my sizeOpen your eyes to my suburbian nightmare*black woman laughing*Huh!My suburbian nightmare*black woman laughing*My suburbian nightmare*black woman laughing*

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