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Black M.F. In The House
Recorded early 1992 (w/ The NPG) and released as the 7th track on NPG album Gold Nigga (August 31, 1993). Written by Prince, Michael B., Sonny T., Levi Seacer, Jr., Tommy Barbarella, Morris Hayes, Tony M., Damon Dickson & Kirk Johnson.

 
Hey yo, what up, man? (What the...?)
How much it cost 2 get n this motherfucker? (U people can't come n here)
What U talkin' about, man? (This is not the place 4 U)
Shit, all I wanna do is use ur telephone
(Can't U turn all that fucking shit off!)
Why U white motherfuckin' peckerwood, U redneck son of a bitch!
(Hey, hold on U, U... hey, can U just go now!? Let go of me!)
I'll kick ur motherfuckin' ass! (That fuckin' nigga, get out, come back!)
Yo yo

"If U ain't got no money, U can't take mine"
Man, he got 2 b crazy
Yo, what's this motherfucker talkin about G?
Yo Tone, I don't know
Come grab the mic and just wreck some shit! (Come on, y'all)

U got a black motherfucker n the house on the 1 and 2
Someone don't like the language? I say, "Yo, fuck U!"
Cuz this a record and I'm irate
And as a matter of fact, let's set the motherfuckin' record straight
Some of U can't stand the way I bring it
And can't stand the way a black motherfucker swings it
Check this out G
If U never stereotyped it, the stereotype would never b, ho!
But 4 now, U got some black motherfuckers n the house
What up, loc? (Oh my God!)
Yeah, U got some black motherfuckers n the house
What up, loc? (Oh my God!)

Don't U hate it when a jig is n the house? (Yep)
He ain't been n the club 5 minutes
B4 6 or 7 cuss words flyin' out his mouth (Fuck U)
Hand all on his erection
Makin' rude gestures n ur girl's direction
And don't U hate it when they get up and dance?
U don't watch Soul Train, U ain't got a chance
What the hell they got 2 come here 4? (Hell, I don't know Cliff)
Next time we need a big white sign at the door that says
"No black motherfuckers n the house"
(Yep, that'll do it) (Get outta here) (C'mon)
Get the hell outta here, no black motherfuckers n the house
(Common ho)
Shit (Oh my God!)

Yeehaw!
Best place 4 a coon's n the tree (Yep, get a rope)
Yeah
I don't know Charlotte, that big 1's kinda cute (Black, black)
Haha, why he could stir my lemonade any day
(Black motherfuckers n the house)
Ah, here he comes again

Now I'm hyped and I'm vexed, U done set it off
It's time we saw U with the NPG, the rest get off
I mean we come off and play the cards or should we toss?
I'm thinkin' about the redneck motherfucker who thinks he's the boss
Who's the dudes that let loose the vibe?
Yo and labeled me just another chicken-eatin' nigga n the tribe
4 a man with no tribe is a man with no family
Dumb motherfucker, understand me?

What did U say?
Billy Bob, go get my pistol (Come on, y'all)
U got some black motherfuckers n the house (Mmhmm)
What up, loc?
I'll cut ur ass (Oh my God!)
Yeah, U got some black motherfuckers n the house
Get up, loc (Oh my God!)
Black, black... black motherfuckers n the house {repeat}

Hey, let go of my arm, nigga, what's wrong with U? (Uh oh)
Where U taking me? (Just shut up)
Ooh, is that ur car? (U know it)

(Cliff, U gotta do something)
Damn, this shit is boring
Why don't U boots do a solo or something? U...
Hey boy, U gonna play the piano or just bang on it?
Hahaha...
Black, black, black motherfuckers n the house
About time, hell
Black, black, black motherfuckers n the house
(Cliff, that boy on that piano kinda good)
He's alright, it's that big 1 I got a problem with
Billy Bob, get my pistol
Shit (And he got a real pretty mouth)
Now watch
Yo, U got the black motherfuckers n the house (Come on, y'all)
See, that's what I'm talkin about, he... (What up, loc?)
He oughta keep his place (Come on, y'all)
(He oughta keep his place)
Sho'nuff some black motherfuckers n the house (Come on, y'all)
What up, loc? (Come on, y'all)

Alright, where is he?
Floyd, what n the Sam Hill did happen 2 U?
Cut them niggas and U crack me up (I kinda like that part)
Hahaha...
But can I tell U 1 thing I do not like?
I don't give a fuck what U like! (I'll show him, Cliff)
I do not... boy, don't U holler at me, I hate that (Hayseed trippin')
Boy n the house (Hey)
I don't like my... (Come here, boy)
I don't like crackers n my soup
Don't U know I will cut ur ass 3 ways: long, deep and constantly!
Come on, y'all, stop racism now!


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