4th Avenue Jones, will.i.am - Ro's текст песни

Some folk gon' say it's wrong
Why the Joneses make that song?
They ain't right like when rims ain't chrome
Or a midget with a Cadillac Broh'm
But I'ma just gon' tell the truth holmes
 I know this Negro James
If you send him to the store
He gon' spend yo' change
Yeah he's a real Ro trust me
Kind of jerk keep the tag on
Take the shirt back musty
And it don't just be blacks
You got white Ro's and they too shock
Fat tryna wear a belly ring with a tube top
Or in a suit clean wearin' pool flops
At a rap concert yellin' ''you rock''!
I get mad enough to hit somebody
So I'm venting before I have a fit somebody
Just mentioning it could
Help prevent somebody
When the chorus comes in
Sing it with somebody say Ro's

Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes

Yo I know a girl named Ro named Rosa Lee
Always spendin' rent money on
Clothes and weed
Always wanna borrow never buy groceries
Always got a big run in her hosieries
One time she said ''T, I'm
Finna jump in the shower
So can you watch lil' Ray Ray for an hour?''
I said yeah that ain't long he can just play
Didn't see the Negro 'til the next day
When I saw her restrained myself
Said I should've known better
So I blame myself
Cause the same thang happened
Round Christmas y'all caught her in my room
Makin' long distance calls
You can walk, start running, can fly
Get ill crawlin'
Search from LA up until you hit Harlem
You gon' find somebody gon'
Get yo stress boilin' black, White, Asian
Or Brown we just call 'em Ro's

Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes

You part Ro boo
You got acrylic on your hands
And your toes too
Said you never been to jail
Well you ain't supposed to
Shh! don't talk through the movie
That's what Ro's do ooh ooh
Who that? It's Lorenzo
I don't got a house but I got a Benz though
I only had enough for one tinted window
I got a monkey fur jacket
When I wear it yeah they call me ''el Negro''

All my, all my, all my, all my negroes
I gotta give a shout out to my peoples
Who got a television still rockin' Kaleeko
Who sell incense down by the sea shore
And put Daytons on any any automo'
Like a Samurai Suzuki with a kit
You know you Negro when you got Dip-n-Stick
And ain't got no more dip
So you gotta use Quick
And on your television got a
Pair of vice grips, vice grips
Yeah, that's a Negroid
You know you Negro when your
Daddy's name is Floyd
And he name your baby sister Floydeesha
You Negro when you dress up for Easter

Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes