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The New Power Generation

Deuce & A Quarter

 

Deuce & A Quarter

(album: Goldnigga - 1993)


In my deuce and a quarter feeling funky funky fine
And I'm rocking that stupid shit
In my deuce and a quarter feeling funky funky fine
And I'm rocking that stupid shit

Rolling in my deuce deuce 5
Convertible top down so I can see the honeys passing 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 going down everyday
My brothers and my sisters getting played
So we revert 2 committing dope, many brothers get hurt
By another brother who don't like salt in his dirt
'Cause 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 holding
But everything's fine while I'm rolling...

(Don't everyday)

How many, how many times must we commit crimes
Against people no better off than us, but in our own minds?
A-having it, grabbing it, tasting it
And when you 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 you 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 sleeping on the politics
Soon we must live 2 consolidate
As we continue 2 consume instead of producing, seal our on fate
(In my deuce and a quarter feeling funky funky fine)
People right now really don't give a damn
(And I'm rocking that stupid shit)
'Cause 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...
Rocking that stupid shit
Rocking... rocking... rocking that stupid shit

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