Black Korea

Everytime I wanna go get a f**kin' brew I gotta go down to the store with the two Oriental one-penny countin' motherf**kers They make a nigga mad enough to cause a little ruckus Thinkin' every brother in the world's out to take So they watch every damn move that I make They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob They funky little store, but bitch, I got a job {Look you little Chinese motherf**ker I ain't tryin' to steal none of yo' shit, leave me alone} Yo yo, check it out So don't follow me, up and down your market Or your little chop suey a*s will be a target of the nationwide boycott Juice with the people, that's what the boy got So pay respect to the black fist Or we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp And then we'll see ya 'Cause you can't turn the ghetto, into Black Korea a*shole, f**k you