K-Rino - Stop Goin' In lyrics
[K-Rino - Stop Goin' In lyrics]
If they treat ya like shit inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’
They might smile but I’m tellin’
Ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough
Let’s go, heh
You walk into the corner store
They lookin’ at ya crazy
Same people ownin’ it since you was a baby
You probably spent twenty Gs
Since you started comin’
But they still watchin’ you like
You tryna steal something
They only want your money
In fact they wouldn’t deny
They’ll rush you out the store if
You’re taking too long to buy
They’ll sell you bad products that been
On the shelf for weeks
And if you argue with ‘em ‘bout it
They go and call the police, they
Comin’ to America with dreams to get on top
And right in the black neighborhood is
Where they set up shop
Then they bleed you and squeeze money
Out ya ’til ya broke
Put their children through college then
Get homes in River Oaks
They don’t have no respect for you
The attitude is shameless
They’ll talk about you in ya face
‘cause you don’t know the language
12 o’clock at night, yeah they open, whoa
But not so fast they won’t even let ya in
You gotta order through the glass
If they treat ya like shit inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’
They might smile but I’m tellin’
Ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough
Let’s go, heh
You keep your nails and your
Feet always lookin’ on point
You like to get ‘em done
At that little Korean joint
They keep their face protected so
This what I gotta ask
All those fumes in the shop
How come they don’t give you a mask?
They mess your nails up so now
It’s ‘bout to get hectic
They flip out because you didn’t
Shut up and accept it it turns into a war
Tryna get their money out ya
And that’s the day they show ya
What they really think about ya
You want weave in bundles, Brazilian
Malaysian hair they treat you like a dog
But every week you walkin’ straight in there
I don’t care if you get mad at me, dammit
I gots to teach ya
Black lady’s sellin’ the same shit and
Hers is way cheaper but
You so conditioned it’s hard
To picture this ending
Punched the black sista
Next day all back in there spendin’
Sold your people out for a
Discount and that ain’t right
A black business mess up one time and
You ban ‘em for life so
If they treat ya like shit inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’
They might smile but I’m tellin’
Ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough
Let’s go, heh
The gas stations in the hoods
Are headquarters for fiends
Watered down gas
Cheap food and gamblin’ machines
Bro, I thought you was a Muslim
But the hood is sicker
You sellin’ pork skins
Cigarettes and strong ass liquor
Every dollar you ever made, jack
We paid that
How many black organizations have
You gave back?
All the money that we paid you
Millions and more
And you won’t even let me put
My poster up in your store hell no
Time for your hustle to straight go sour
If we show our power
You’ll be out of business in hours
The hood stay loyal
The owners of the stores betray ‘em
It’s like pimpin’, the worse they treat us
The more we pay ‘em
Black people got a problem we need to uncover
We go out our way to
Hate and criticize each other
But when another man kicks us in the ass
No bother matter fact
We bend over more and say kick harder so
If they treat ya like shit inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’
They might smile but I’m tellin’
Ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough
Let’s go, heh
You don’t need to go in there no mo’
They might smile but I’m tellin’
Ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough
Let’s go, heh
You walk into the corner store
They lookin’ at ya crazy
Same people ownin’ it since you was a baby
You probably spent twenty Gs
Since you started comin’
But they still watchin’ you like
You tryna steal something
They only want your money
In fact they wouldn’t deny
They’ll rush you out the store if
You’re taking too long to buy
They’ll sell you bad products that been
On the shelf for weeks
And if you argue with ‘em ‘bout it
They go and call the police, they
Comin’ to America with dreams to get on top
And right in the black neighborhood is
Where they set up shop
Then they bleed you and squeeze money
Out ya ’til ya broke
Put their children through college then
Get homes in River Oaks
They don’t have no respect for you
The attitude is shameless
They’ll talk about you in ya face
‘cause you don’t know the language
12 o’clock at night, yeah they open, whoa
But not so fast they won’t even let ya in
You gotta order through the glass
If they treat ya like shit inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’
They might smile but I’m tellin’
Ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough
Let’s go, heh
You keep your nails and your
Feet always lookin’ on point
You like to get ‘em done
At that little Korean joint
They keep their face protected so
This what I gotta ask
All those fumes in the shop
How come they don’t give you a mask?
They mess your nails up so now
It’s ‘bout to get hectic
They flip out because you didn’t
Shut up and accept it it turns into a war
Tryna get their money out ya
And that’s the day they show ya
What they really think about ya
You want weave in bundles, Brazilian
Malaysian hair they treat you like a dog
But every week you walkin’ straight in there
I don’t care if you get mad at me, dammit
I gots to teach ya
Black lady’s sellin’ the same shit and
Hers is way cheaper but
You so conditioned it’s hard
To picture this ending
Punched the black sista
Next day all back in there spendin’
Sold your people out for a
Discount and that ain’t right
A black business mess up one time and
You ban ‘em for life so
If they treat ya like shit inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’
They might smile but I’m tellin’
Ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough
Let’s go, heh
The gas stations in the hoods
Are headquarters for fiends
Watered down gas
Cheap food and gamblin’ machines
Bro, I thought you was a Muslim
But the hood is sicker
You sellin’ pork skins
Cigarettes and strong ass liquor
Every dollar you ever made, jack
We paid that
How many black organizations have
You gave back?
All the money that we paid you
Millions and more
And you won’t even let me put
My poster up in your store hell no
Time for your hustle to straight go sour
If we show our power
You’ll be out of business in hours
The hood stay loyal
The owners of the stores betray ‘em
It’s like pimpin’, the worse they treat us
The more we pay ‘em
Black people got a problem we need to uncover
We go out our way to
Hate and criticize each other
But when another man kicks us in the ass
No bother matter fact
We bend over more and say kick harder so
If they treat ya like shit inside the sto’
You don’t need to go in there no mo’
They might smile but I’m tellin’
Ya it’s a show
Dummy, they just want your dough
Let’s go, heh