But I refuse to switch even though
When you find out the black folks don't want you back
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
You only got yourself to blame
They just sent they boss over
Give somethin' back to the place
And you might have a heart attack
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
But it wasn't fast enough I guess
Black man can't be no yuppie
Yeah, get a little money
You know that's right you ain't white
On MTV but they don't care
Punk-ass Mark, bitch-made, punk-ass trick in a basket
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You little punk, be true to the game
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
You got caught up in the mix
And moves out the neighborhood and shit
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
A message to the Oreo cookie
Nothin' but a come-up, but ain't that a bitch
It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So why you keep tryin' to pass with your black ass?
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
'Cause soon as y'all get some dough
So stop holdin' your ass tight
Ghetto pass revoked motherfucker
So you gave your other style a test
Yeah, motherfucker
Stop sellin' out your race
But you, you wanna be white and corny
And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood
When you first start rhymin'
You wanna be just like Jack
It started off slow and then you start climbin'
And you know what's worse?
Before you end up broke
Get a grip, Oreo and be true to the game
You out in the cold
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good
So what really goes on
Where you made it from
And Ice Cube practices what he preaches
Tryin' to be white or a Jew
But Jack is callin' you a nigga behind your back
"Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?
You don't associate with the Negroes
They hate to see a young nigga rich
No more white fans and no more soul
Your homeboys and you ain't shit
'Cause I can't move to the snow
Now I'm a be brief be true to the game
Little kids jumpin' on me
Get the hell out, stop bein' an uncle Tom
Living way out
But in reality, you're shorter than a midge
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
So back off genius
'Cause you can't pass
They'll have a new nigga next year
I don't need you to correct my broken English
You was hardcore hip-hop
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
Niggas always gotta show their teeth
Givin' our music away to the mainstream
But you know what, you still ain't shit
He continues to live in South Central, Los Angeles
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Find a mirror and take a look, G
I ain't sayin' no names, you know who you are
You little sell-out, house nigga scum
Yeah, you about to get your motherfuckin'
That's right, I caught you slippin'
Movin' out your neighborhood
Do you like what you see?
But you still ain't shit
Yeah motherfucker, I see you got your fancy cars and shit
Mister big
You know I could've gat you
Yeah, but I didn't even trip
Don't you know they ain't down with the team
