U Still A Aggin Lyrics

U Still A Aggin lyrics

{Willie D



Mama's outside, barbecuing ribs and links, 



It's Juneteenth, but to me it don't mean stink.



It's a day of emancipation, but everybody wonder why



Willie ain't celebrating.



But things ain't perfect.



I'm looking beyond the surface.



So instead of drinking beer, and playing Dominoes,



I'm sitting in the room with my eyes closed.







(chorus - K-Rino - some Jamaican)



White man and the mental yet ta black ol'shade, 



White man and the mental yet ta blacd ol'shade?



For tellin' black mon no matta the dum'smarta rich



If the matta mo'mon jus a white mon's bitch



De givin us crack to let the ghetto people



Coming to the problem of the world,



blaming racial discrimination when they fuckin' up the self,



Willie D slap the thigh, and K-Rino crack despise



black mon get the government dick out ya eyez 







(Willie D)



Follow me now, see, as I get a little deeper, 



they think I'm a drug dealer, 'cause I wear a beeper.



But if I wasn't black, and I talked all proper, 



they probably think I was a doctor.



I try to have the finest things in life,



but when I get'em, they say I'm not living right.



They search my house and car for no reason,



like it's muthafuckin' goddamn nigga season.



And it is when U think about it,



they hurt yo'ass, treat U like an animal, and bragg about it.



It's like a cop turnin' vicious as a 12-gauge



no wonder why he gets his picture on the front page.



Now even if you're light, and damn near white,



you'll get smoked, B-cuz yo' in the same boat tryin'



to surround yourself with white



folks in your video,



like Paula Abdul she's a silly ho.



Although U only might be one-percent black troop, 



they still consider you a mook.



But she say's she ain't black, so how da'FUCK she figga?.



Yo bitch, u still a nigga.







(chorus - K-Rino - some Jamaican I imagine???)



Government broke in my house with they guns



so they busin' and breakin' cos' they paid to no one



Now they have a murder rap and they makin no stros



so I'm facin' incarceration in the police station,



There wasn't a bitch or a wicked assassin



since they comment homicide



offering to tend protection



resist conviction 



cos the shot from da'honest white mon



now to hear some muthafuckin run. 







(Willie D)



True niggas retaliate, they don't run.



I say we niggas 'cos they treat us like scum.



So get a nose job like Michael Jackson 



Go to a white school, and change your accent.



U STILL A NIGGA, so how da'fuck U figga 



since U moved out da'neighborhood,



and datin' a peckerwood,



that you're different from the rest of the clan.



Tryin' to get a job, and count how many doors slam.



Goddamn, I'm on a row.



I can't forget about my bald head hoes



To some, it's a fashion,



to wear weave and pony tails, 



but the other hoes wanna be white girls.



Whodini said "Be Yourself, Trooper,"



U don't see white folks tryin' to act BLACK do ya.



So why U laughin' at the brotha in dreads,



u neet to get the chemicals out yo'own motherfuckin' heads!



No matter how U aim and change your game 



and rearrange your frame, U STILL A NIGGA!!!