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Why I gotta be a nigga man?
Don't you know women don't like niggas, man?
I guess I have to claim myself as my part cracker or heritage of head scalper
Lace her, then in secret do my nigga dance
Damn... why doesn't she want a nigga man?
Why can't she see life is better with an educated nigga man?
It's a funny paradox saying I'm that nigga, man
She's mad I'm always coming late; I told her I was a nigga, man !
Watermelon on my picnic table I'm sitting at, fried chicken in my nigga hand
Kool-aid cooling off in my red plastic cup, waiting to make my nigga stomach damp
My grandmother talking to the kids, furiously waving her nigga fan
Welfare can't pay for A/Cs, but pays for clothes from Macy's out of her nigga payment plans
The girl I want didn't think that I could nigga dance
She thought I river danced, knowing my skin makes it seem I can't swim
Makes it seem I want my reparations
Sure, I'm a nigga but have no problems with the other niggas man
Used to work two jobs, now they see that I'm a nigga... damn
Don't you know how hard it'll be to find credentials to make me not seem like a nigga, man?
So until they get sick of Stan and that girl gets a lot more interesting
I'll say fuck that world, I'll be the nigga... man!