*** Rodney King / *** Rodney King / Willie D

Willie D / *** Rodney King / *** Rodney King

Willie D (born November 1, 1966 as William James Dennis in Houston, Texas, U.S.) is an American rapper who gained fame as the lead member of the pioneering rap group from Houston, Geto Boys. Despite his reputation for being a hardcore artist who pens often provocative lyrics, Willie D is known for his diligent work in the community and many of his songs contain positive messages. He is often called on to speak at universities, high schools... [read more]

*** Rodney King - Lyrics

* Rodney King in his*

When I see tha mothaa I'ma blast

Boom in his head, boom, boom in his back just like that

Cause I'm tired of you good little niggas

Saying increase the peace and let the violence cease

When the black man built this country

But can't get his for the prejudiced honky

Rodney King, god damn sell-out

On TV crying for a cop

The same mothaas who beat the hell outcha

Now I wish they would've shotcha

Cause this shit is deeper than Vietnam

And ain't no room for the Uncle Tom

Let the white man dress you up and mess you up

I wouldn't be suprised if he ed you up

Cause you look like a

Letting them white folks tell you what to say

But I'm glad that niggas stayed out of check

Cause that's the only thing rednecks respect

We don't want your welfare checks

Nigga need a real job to buy a rolex

And until we get it, we gonna keep throwing them things

* Rodney King!

'em, 'em, 'em, 'em, 'em, 'em

* that nigga!

'em, 'em, 'em, 'em, 'em, 'em

Now the Negro National Anthem:

"We shall overcome...we shall overcome..."

* all that singing

I'ma be too busy swinging

That's the problem with the black folks

Always wanna bust a note

And hold hands and form rallies

And down niggas for fighting back in Cali

I'm down with the niggas who's nexting

* all that god damn protesting

So don't try to pull it

5th Ward niggas fight bullets with bullets

Right between the eyes

So you can keep your motha* Noble Peace Prize

I said * Rodney King and I mean it

And any mothaa out there who resent it

Cause didn't nobody set a fire for Willie D

When the laws beat the out of me

* Rodney King!

'em, 'em, 'em, 'em, 'em, 'em

* that nigga!

'em, 'em, 'em, 'em, 'em, 'em

* that nigga!

* that motha* sell-out hoe

They need to beat hissome mo'

Fool talking about stop the violence

When niggas can't even shit in silence

I can't ride up the street with my homies without 5-0 all on me

Riding my tailgate and running my god damn license plate

Sweating Willie D since I'm a minority

They with me, I still got a lot of grudges

It's high time that we take out some judges

And some congressmen and senators who cheat us

And all of these so called black leaders

Like Craig Washington, nigga sound dense

Trying to play both sides of the fence

Brown nosing cause he was chosen

By the whites to make niggas act right

You can't lead the black struggle

And be friends with the enemy, mothaa

While you trying to keep your job

Black folks getting robbed

But when it's time for the revolution

I'ma click, click, click, * this rap shit

Cause money ain't shit but a grief

If you ain't got no peace

Gotta come on with it, get down for my little Willies

So they con come up strong and live long

And not to be scared to get it on...