Stuck Mojo - Suburban Ranger 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 1-on1 and yo a** is beat down. I see you styling highly profile. Try to play that thug role you're head is swole Now you want to be all that you can be, But not by the colors of the army! Yo you in the wrong hood better knock on wood Gold chains and gold rings you misunderstood Trace back and look back you ain't black n***a straight sneaking through the cracks. Who's that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out ya'll the suburban ranger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Mr. Mirror image you wanna scrimmage Why when your goof troop a** look like Grimace. In your altered state fake mistakes Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate! Slap that 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. 1st round lights out troop. Who's that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out ya'll the suburban ranger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger Suburban ranger danger danger [Court Room] [Judge] Order! Jury, have you reached, have you reached a verdict? [Jury] We find the wigger GUILTY!!!!! [Judge] I here by sentence you, wigger, to a 100 years confined to a chair, forced to watch episodes of the Andy Grifith Show, Hee Haw, and Lawrence Welk. No parole. Corny you lose your proiflies confused Wannabe's make me sneeze make me itch like fleas Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see Circles in a square bite that a** like bees!! Your image is deceiving I ain't believing You trying 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. You great big phony sponsored by Oscar balogna For your whole made up style you owe me. Who's that wigga in my neighborhood, In my neighborhood... In my neighborhood... Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor Look out ya'll 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 about you.