Public Enemy Godd Complexx Lyrics

Pudim

Are you ready?
Uptown, on the corner, uptown
Uptown on the corner, uptown
I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to die next
Cause the white man's got a God complex
Tellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help me)
Nigga go make your own help
Shit you need it
I turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in bars
Pimps parked outside in big pretty flavor flav cars
Cleaner than a broke dick dog
Sittin in a big fine frog
Dressed very fine and fly in their calvin kani
No matter how you flex
Yo jim
They'll die next
Cause the white man's got a God complex
Uptown on the corner, uptown (x 4)
Hey brother what you sport my man
I got just the thing for you
Only cause you're 10 and 2
What ya gonna do baby
I got black ones
Brown ones
Red ones
Yellow ones
I even got a white one
If you want to buy some
Yeah
That's right 2 5 8 play it straight
Got it all worked out
I know what I'm talkin bout
Yo I been readin my dream books
So I ain't no way the kid is gonna get took
Nigga what you mean
I didn't hit
Nigga
You full of shit
Nigga
Lick the ice (uh)
Now 7
Come on be nice and hit 11
Well what do you know
It's lil joe
Ey my man
Got twenty dollars eh lil joe don't blow
Ah baby needs a new pair of shoes
Ah pappas got the funky blues
Ah mamma plays the crosswords in the news
Sorry nigga you lose
The line forms to the rear lady muther f*ck your welfare check
Cause the white man's got a God complex
Uptown on the corner (x 4)
Mr. stein elevating a friend
But is proud to be mine
But you just want to cheat me cause I ain't your kind
Damn
I'm so poor
I don't know what the hell i'ma do anymore
Not from this day to the next
Cause the white man's got a God complex
(vamp out)