Public Enemy - Godd Complexx lyrics

Are you ready?

Son up, down on the corner, uptown
Up, down on the corner, uptown

I turn around and hear the sound of voices
Talkin bout who's goin' to die next
'Cause the white man's got a God complex
Tellin niggas screamin for help
(help me, help me, help me, help me)
Nigga go make your own help, shit you need it
I turn around and hear the sound
Of jukeboxes playin' in bars
Pimps parked outside in big
Pretty Flavor Flav cars
Cleaner than a broke dick dog
Sittin in a big fine frog
Dressed very fine and fly
In their Calvin Kani no matter how you flex
Yo Jim they'll die next
Cause the white man's got a God complex

Uptown on the corner uptown on the corner
Uptown on the corner uptown on the corner

Hey brother what you sport my man
I got just the thing for you
Only cause you're 10 and 2
What ya gonna do baby i got black ones
Brown ones red ones
Yellow ones i even got a white one
If you want to buy some yeah
That's right 2 5 8 play it straight
Got it all worked out
I know what I'm talkin bout
Yo I been readin my dream books
So I ain't no way the kid is gonna get took
Nigga what you mean i didn't hit
Nigga you full of shit
Nigga lick the ice (uh)
Now 7 come on be nice and hit 11
Well what do you know it's lil Joe ey my man
Got twenty dollars eh lil Joe don't blow
Ah baby needs a new pair of shoes
Ah pappas got the funky blues
Ah mamma plays the crosswords in the news
Sorry nigga you lose
The line forms to the rear lady
Muther fuck your welfare check
Cause the white man's got a God complex

Uptown on the corner uptown on the corner
Uptown on the corner uptown on the corner

Mr stein elevating a friend
But is proud to be mine
But you just want to cheat me
Cause I ain't your kind damn i'm so poor
I don't know what the hell I'mma do anymore
Not from this day to the next
Cause the white man's got a God complex
(vamp out)