from the songs album Death Certificate
(blends into intro with dialogue from spike lee's _do the right thing_)
"twenty d energizers."
"twenty, c energizer?"
"d, not c, d."
"b energizer?"
"d motherfucker, d! learn to speak english first, alright? d!"
"how many you say?"
"twenty, motherfucker, twenty."
"honey..."
"mother-fuck you!"
[ice cube]
Everytime i wanna go get a fuckin brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers
That make a nigga made 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 motherfucker
I ain't tryin to steal none of yo' shit, leave me alone!"
"mother-fuck you!")
Yo yo, check it out
So don't follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass'll 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
"i do fuck you!"
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