CHORUS: In my deuce and a quarter feelin' funky funky fine And I'm rockin' that stupid shit In my deuce and a quarter feelin' funky funky fine And I'm rockin' that stupid shit
Rollin' in my deuce deuce 5 Convertible top down so I can see the honeys passin' me by It's a beautiful day in my neighborhood But 5 or 10 minutes, a criminal puts me in a bad mood And some would say that's just a black man's perspective But nowaday, I find that it's reflective Of what I see goin' down everyday My brothers and my sisters gettin' played So we revert 2 committin' dope, many brothers get hurt By another brother who don't like salt in his dirt Cuz in the streets, see, that's the way it is U keep your mouth shut and stay out of other people's biz See, the system wasn't made 4 me or U And as a matter of fact, it wasn't made 4 a poor white who... Gets their weekly hit Or should I say that weekly check and start depending on that shit like a glass dick These are some of the feelings that I'm holdin' But everything's fine while I'm rollin'...
How many, how many times must we commit crimes Against people no better off than us, but in our own minds? A-havin' it, grabbin' it, tastin' it And when U step off, I finally rub your face in it See, the local's preacher is not suited 4 the have-nots The poor get poorer and the rich continue 2 clock ... not! That means U end up with the booty And we all know a broke man is a man with no friends And that's basically the way society is And money talk, pusher walk and sleepin' on the politics Soon we must live 2 consolidate As we continue 2 consume instead of producin', seal our on fate (In my deuce and a quarter feelin' funky funky fine) People right now really don't give a damn (And I'm rockin' that stupid shit) Cuz in the 20 mile radius, there's probably not one black and... Hispanic taken 4 granted and left 2 clean their own shit up, huh No need 4 panic, I'm out That's bullshit!
In my... in my... in my... Rockin' that stupid shit Rockin'... rockin'... rockin' that stupid shit