Godd Complexx

Pudim Are you ready? Uptown, on the corner, uptown Uptown on the corner, uptown I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to die next Cause the white man's got a God complex Tellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help me) Nigga go make your own help Shit you need it I turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in bars Pimps parked outside in big pretty flavor flav cars Cleaner than a broke d**k dog Sittin in a big fine frog Dressed very fine and fly in their calvin kani No matter how you flex Yo jim They'll die next Cause the white man's got a God complex Uptown on the corner, uptown (x 4) Hey brother what you sport my man I got just the thing for you Only cause you're 10 and 2 What ya gonna do baby I got black ones Brown ones Red ones Yellow ones I even got a white one If you want to buy some Yeah That's right 2 5 8 play it straight Got it all worked out I know what I'm talkin bout Yo I been readin my dream books So I ain't no way the kid is gonna get took Nigga what you mean I didn't hit Nigga You full of shit Nigga Lick the ice (uh) Now 7 Come on be nice and hit 11 Well what do you know It's lil joe Ey my man Got twenty dollars eh lil joe don't blow Ah baby needs a new pair of shoes Ah pappas got the funky blues Ah mamma plays the crosswords in the news Sorry nigga you lose The line forms to the rear lady muther f**k your welfare check Cause the white man's got a God complex Uptown on the corner (x 4) Mr. stein elevating a friend But is proud to be mine But you just want to cheat me cause I ain't your kind Damn I'm so poor I don't know what the hell i'ma do anymore Not from this day to the next Cause the white man's got a God complex (vamp out)