Suburban Ranger (Bonus Track)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:26 duration
๐ ID: 15633763
๐ Lyrics
Why you wanna step to me? My C-I-S
Brothers don't play, you got a lot to say
When you with your boys on the other side of town
I catch you one on one and then yo ass is beat down (Ha!)
I see you styling highly profile
Tryin to play that thug role, your head is swollen
Now you want to be all that you can be
But not by the colors of the army
Yo, you in the wrong hood, you better knock on wood
Gold chains, gold rings, you misunderstood
Trace back, look back, you ain't black
Niggas fake, wiggas sneaking through the cracks
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Mister Mirror Image, you wanna scrimmage
Why? When your goof-troop ass looks like Grimace
In your altered state, fake mistakes
Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate
Yeah, I'm gon' slap a mutha- for not being himself
Chemical imbalance coming from the wealth
Don't try to be like, and sip herbal tea like
And come to my crib run, your jibs and ad-lib
Urban cross-dressing. language molesting
Here's a suggestion, time for a confession
I never liked you, I still want to fight you
K.O. first round, lights out, troop
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Order! Jury, have you reached a verdict?
We find the wigger guilty!
I hereby sentence you, wigger, to a hundred years confined to a chair
Forced to watch episodes of Andy Grifith Show
Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk
No parole
Corny, you lose your profiles confused
Wannabes make me sneeze, make me itch like fleas
Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see
Circles in a square, bite that ass like bees!
Your image is deceiving, I ain't believing
You trying to act like me for no reason
Change your game, your rhymes off season
Mess with Steven, I'll leave your crew grieving
False advertisement, strike a pose for the no-style trophy
The great big phony, sponsored by Oscar Baloney
For your whole made-up style, you owe me
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Don't get mad, unless we're talking 'bout you
Brothers don't play, you got a lot to say
When you with your boys on the other side of town
I catch you one on one and then yo ass is beat down (Ha!)
I see you styling highly profile
Tryin to play that thug role, your head is swollen
Now you want to be all that you can be
But not by the colors of the army
Yo, you in the wrong hood, you better knock on wood
Gold chains, gold rings, you misunderstood
Trace back, look back, you ain't black
Niggas fake, wiggas sneaking through the cracks
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Mister Mirror Image, you wanna scrimmage
Why? When your goof-troop ass looks like Grimace
In your altered state, fake mistakes
Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate
Yeah, I'm gon' slap a mutha- for not being himself
Chemical imbalance coming from the wealth
Don't try to be like, and sip herbal tea like
And come to my crib run, your jibs and ad-lib
Urban cross-dressing. language molesting
Here's a suggestion, time for a confession
I never liked you, I still want to fight you
K.O. first round, lights out, troop
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Order! Jury, have you reached a verdict?
We find the wigger guilty!
I hereby sentence you, wigger, to a hundred years confined to a chair
Forced to watch episodes of Andy Grifith Show
Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk
No parole
Corny, you lose your profiles confused
Wannabes make me sneeze, make me itch like fleas
Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see
Circles in a square, bite that ass like bees!
Your image is deceiving, I ain't believing
You trying to act like me for no reason
Change your game, your rhymes off season
Mess with Steven, I'll leave your crew grieving
False advertisement, strike a pose for the no-style trophy
The great big phony, sponsored by Oscar Baloney
For your whole made-up style, you owe me
Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
In my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Suburban ranger danger, danger
Don't get mad, unless we're talking 'bout you
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.10] Why you wanna step to me? My C-I-S
[00:13.77] Brothers don't play, you got a lot to say
[00:16.29] When you with your boys on the other side of town
[00:19.29] I catch you one on one and then yo ass is beat down (Ha!)
[00:22.01] I see you styling highly profile
[00:24.93] Tryin to play that thug role, your head is swollen
[00:27.57] Now you want to be all that you can be
[00:30.27] But not by the colors of the army
[00:32.96] Yo, you in the wrong hood, you better knock on wood
[00:35.41] Gold chains, gold rings, you misunderstood
[00:38.24] Trace back, look back, you ain't black
[00:40.93] Niggas fake, wiggas sneaking through the cracks
[00:44.17] Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
[00:46.62] In my neighborhood
[00:48.05] In my neighborhood
[00:49.79] Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
[00:52.43] Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
[00:56.10] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[00:58.55] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:01.17] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:03.91] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:06.38] Mister Mirror Image, you wanna scrimmage
[01:09.08] Why? When your goof-troop ass looks like Grimace
[01:11.79] In your altered state, fake mistakes
[01:14.41] Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate
[01:17.30] Yeah, I'm gon' slap a mutha- for not being himself
[01:20.43] Chemical imbalance coming from the wealth
[01:22.59] Don't try to be like, and sip herbal tea like
[01:25.67] And come to my crib run, your jibs and ad-lib
[01:28.33] Urban cross-dressing. language molesting
[01:31.03] Here's a suggestion, time for a confession
[01:33.95] I never liked you, I still want to fight you
[01:36.71] K.O. first round, lights out, troop
[01:39.61] Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
[01:41.95] In my neighborhood
[01:43.31] In my neighborhood
[01:45.14] Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
[01:47.62] Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
[01:51.08] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:53.81] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:56.44] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:59.32] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[02:03.83] Order! Jury, have you reached a verdict?
[02:07.42] We find the wigger guilty!
[02:11.05] I hereby sentence you, wigger, to a hundred years confined to a chair
[02:16.98] Forced to watch episodes of Andy Grifith Show
[02:20.41] Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk
[02:23.29] No parole
[02:26.39] Corny, you lose your profiles confused
[02:29.06] Wannabes make me sneeze, make me itch like fleas
[02:32.44] Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see
[02:34.90] Circles in a square, bite that ass like bees!
[02:37.54] Your image is deceiving, I ain't believing
[02:40.52] You trying to act like me for no reason
[02:43.19] Change your game, your rhymes off season
[02:46.05] Mess with Steven, I'll leave your crew grieving
[02:48.73] False advertisement, strike a pose for the no-style trophy
[02:53.12] The great big phony, sponsored by Oscar Baloney
[02:57.84] For your whole made-up style, you owe me
[02:59.78] Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
[03:02.14] In my neighborhood
[03:03.69] In my neighborhood
[03:05.24] Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
[03:08.04] Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
[03:11.29] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[03:14.10] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[03:16.96] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[03:19.64] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[03:22.11] Don't get mad, unless we're talking 'bout you
[03:24.83]
[00:13.77] Brothers don't play, you got a lot to say
[00:16.29] When you with your boys on the other side of town
[00:19.29] I catch you one on one and then yo ass is beat down (Ha!)
[00:22.01] I see you styling highly profile
[00:24.93] Tryin to play that thug role, your head is swollen
[00:27.57] Now you want to be all that you can be
[00:30.27] But not by the colors of the army
[00:32.96] Yo, you in the wrong hood, you better knock on wood
[00:35.41] Gold chains, gold rings, you misunderstood
[00:38.24] Trace back, look back, you ain't black
[00:40.93] Niggas fake, wiggas sneaking through the cracks
[00:44.17] Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
[00:46.62] In my neighborhood
[00:48.05] In my neighborhood
[00:49.79] Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
[00:52.43] Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
[00:56.10] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[00:58.55] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:01.17] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:03.91] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:06.38] Mister Mirror Image, you wanna scrimmage
[01:09.08] Why? When your goof-troop ass looks like Grimace
[01:11.79] In your altered state, fake mistakes
[01:14.41] Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate
[01:17.30] Yeah, I'm gon' slap a mutha- for not being himself
[01:20.43] Chemical imbalance coming from the wealth
[01:22.59] Don't try to be like, and sip herbal tea like
[01:25.67] And come to my crib run, your jibs and ad-lib
[01:28.33] Urban cross-dressing. language molesting
[01:31.03] Here's a suggestion, time for a confession
[01:33.95] I never liked you, I still want to fight you
[01:36.71] K.O. first round, lights out, troop
[01:39.61] Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
[01:41.95] In my neighborhood
[01:43.31] In my neighborhood
[01:45.14] Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
[01:47.62] Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
[01:51.08] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:53.81] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:56.44] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[01:59.32] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[02:03.83] Order! Jury, have you reached a verdict?
[02:07.42] We find the wigger guilty!
[02:11.05] I hereby sentence you, wigger, to a hundred years confined to a chair
[02:16.98] Forced to watch episodes of Andy Grifith Show
[02:20.41] Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk
[02:23.29] No parole
[02:26.39] Corny, you lose your profiles confused
[02:29.06] Wannabes make me sneeze, make me itch like fleas
[02:32.44] Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see
[02:34.90] Circles in a square, bite that ass like bees!
[02:37.54] Your image is deceiving, I ain't believing
[02:40.52] You trying to act like me for no reason
[02:43.19] Change your game, your rhymes off season
[02:46.05] Mess with Steven, I'll leave your crew grieving
[02:48.73] False advertisement, strike a pose for the no-style trophy
[02:53.12] The great big phony, sponsored by Oscar Baloney
[02:57.84] For your whole made-up style, you owe me
[02:59.78] Who's that wigga in my neighborhood?
[03:02.14] In my neighborhood
[03:03.69] In my neighborhood
[03:05.24] Mister Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
[03:08.04] Look out, y'all, the suburban ranger
[03:11.29] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[03:14.10] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[03:16.96] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[03:19.64] Suburban ranger danger, danger
[03:22.11] Don't get mad, unless we're talking 'bout you
[03:24.83]