Sir Mix-a-lot - Suburbian Nightmare lyrics

(Verse 1) You can check my blackness, fact is I'm rough as a cactus Now I gotta change what I practice So I went to the suburbs and bought me a big house And now they wanna run a brother out? I'm a well-educated young maker of revenue Rollin' in a big black BMW So I'm supposed to fit because I'm straight legit But the police STILL wanna trip They accuse me of robbin' myself Never seen a brother with wealth Hell, I thought I was big, and now I'm trapped in the house Cause the cops got my crib staked out The police chief is runnin' for comissioner But if I get outta this, chief, I'm gettin' ya Cheif needs a cover-up plan cause he heard I'm famous Called a crazy white boy, name was Amos I thought Amos was a burglar But when he saw me, he said I never heard of ya He couldn't tell north from south But Amos was my only way out Of this suburbian nightmare Huh Yeah My suburbian nightmare (Verse 2) I may not look like Beaver, but you don't either I bought a big house for the breather Even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy And all the rich liberals ain't friendly So Amos got a shotgun and I got a sk**et Anything movin', I'ma straight up k** it I'm a black man on the come-up, I got done up And roughed up by a cop tryin' to get hooked up I got a meal and I just sealed two more deals And now I'm runnin' from the cops? This ain't real! You see, the cops sent Amos in to play that role Be a burglar and rob my home? They offered him a deal and then took it back Ol' Amos should have signed them a contract Cheif walks in talkin' that +n***a+ smack *punch* "oof!" "+n***a, take+ that!" Now they want me for attempted murder The craziest case that a brother ever heard of The neighborhood fears me, they're scared to get near me The cops wanna smear me My suburbian nightmare Suburbian nightmare (Verse 3) I used to eat pig feet, now I'm eatin' lobster Gettin' my check, boy, the hell with them propers Life still ain't changed cause I gotta get my hustle on Just to get these cops gone Four or five mil' can't make my race change It can make the pace change, but it won't maintain I can't go outside to jog Cause my next-door neighbor got a prejudiced dog But it's America, home of the free Life in the 'burbs ain't nothin' like TV Now I'm runnin' from the cop clan Cause my neighborhood told the cops: "It was a black man" Mr. and Mrs. Gilman next door Puffin' on a joint, kinky to the core And that's the typical role model White picket fence, big house and a bottle Who can I blame for the stereotypical mix-up? The innocent again get tricked up Things is supposed to change when you grow to my size Open your eyes to my suburbian nightmare *black woman laughing* Huh! My suburbian nightmare *black woman laughing* My suburbian nightmare *black woman laughing*