[Intro: Z-FLO]

This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people…. Which just so happens to be my favorite kind of people
You know… the ones that… you know, when you’re standing next to them, and all of a sudden it gets dark… I mean, you know your best friend is… you know what I’m saying, right? Yeah

[Verse 1: Z-FLO]

Black people
I’m a steal your shoes
You better hide your wallet
Cause I’m a take that too

Black people

Hey

Black people

One big familyWith a really big bucket
Of KFC

Black people

(Seriously, like all of us are related)

I ran into an old amigo named Juan Luis

The Mexican called me “Apple” cause we both hang from trees
Now I, I kinda took that in a joking way

But was he talking ’bout monkeys or the KKK?We don’t get sunburnt, just ashy kneesAnd we don’t chew tobaccoBut we will smoke weedPuff, puff, pass like the train that couldAnd we can’t spell “neighbor,” so we call it “the hood”And most of us will die with our finger on the triggerI guess that’s why they say I’m just a filthy little spear chucking, chicken eating, melon sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, long penis…. well, you get the picture

They tried to keep us out the White House againBut just like all white houses, one of us broke in
And welfare and diapers is all we got

If you don’t wear my favorite color then you might get shot…
(My favorite color is purple, by the way…..)

A black woman came to me to bash my song

I told her, “All Blacks are Democrat, now prove me wrong.”

[Chorus]

Black people
I’m a steal your shoes
You better hide your wallet
Cause I’m a take that too
Black people
Hey

Black People

One big family
With a really big bucket
Of KFC
Black people

(And it doesn’t have to be KFC, we like Popeye’s biscuits too)
Hey, Hey

[Verse 2: Z-FLO]

(What’s a black song without any rap in it, right?)
Yo, Check It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo

(it always starts off that way, right?) Yo!Now, there’s a line between discriminating and not in different placesYou are if you use the N-word, but if you’re black then you’re not racistI mean, well, I guess you can, just not around your black friendsYou’ll get jumped by every cousin, including the one behind that trash canNow, let me tell you a story, back before America was stolen
There were two tribes of black people, the Indians and the Po’ Ones

The Indians were like caramel, the Po One’s were like sharpies
I guess that’s why they call them Pilgrims, and why they call us Darkies

The Indians had all the horses, land, turkeys, the geniuses
The Po One’s killed their horses, took their hair and their penises

But uh..there’s not really a moral to this story though
Except that we will steal your goodies, and that is how the story goes

[Chorus]

Black people
I’m a steal your shoes
You better hide your wallet
Cause I’m a take that too
Black people
Hey

Black People

One big family
With a really big bucket

Of KFC
Black people

Black People

Since ’72
Going broke making cheap cars

Taller than you
Black people

(Ok, you gotta admit… we do have some nice rims though, right?)

Black people

Front Porch monkeyWith a blunt and a banana
“Ooo Aaa, Eee-eee!”

Black people
(Sholl’ Iz!)

Hey, Hey!

(This is probably the most racist song I’ve ever written….but if you laughed, you’re racist too. So I don’t feel so bad. Besides, it’s not racist if I’m black.)

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