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*s 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*s 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*s 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.