[Chorus: YG]
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside,
We lookin' bad on the news – black on black homicide.
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside,
I need them dollars, got these problems with this llama on my mind.
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside,
They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive.
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside,
‘Cause if my homies say it's on, then you know, I'm down to ride.
[Verse 1: YG]
We make it hard for us with all this black on black crime
In the same state we gotta pay our tax,
If we get locked up, it's double rate.
We get popped then retaliate, and they sell us these guns,
In these fucked up schools where they teach us what they told to,
Half the shit I learnt in school I ain't never used.
These fucked up rules the government tryna control you,
That's why we sayin' “fuck the law”, we act like we the ones with the juice.
It's fucked up around here, soon as you locked up around here,
The rest end up stuck up around here,
So I'm speakin' for my peers ‘cause I still see their tears,
I ain't sugarcoatin' nothing, nigga, this is what it is.
They supply us with the county to make us feel comfortable,
Couple years pass, we in the same spot we was before,
We was content on that Section 8 shit,
At the first of the month we got them groceries for them kids.
But nah, they're fuckin' up our mental,
Keepin' us slaves so we can't be successful black people.
We need to come together, fuck they system,
Tired of bein' a victim, tired of racism,
So I'mma spit this ism 'til this shit stop,
‘Cause this that, nigga, we all we got.
We need to stop hatin' on what the next black got,
Give him his props to figure out how he ran shop,
So our kid's kid's can be good
On a house in the hills, and with a house out in the hood.
Sound good. ‘Cause them folks that be wealthy,
They never thinkin' ‘bout tomorrow, they so unhealthy,
We killin' ourselves, they killin' us, too,
They distract us with entertainment while they get they loot,
They never gave us what they owed us, put liquor stores on every corner,
Welcome to Lost Coutless, California.
[Verse 2: Sad Boy]
Ha ha, buenos dias, mothafuckas!
I'm Sadboy Loko, and I'm here to speak for my people, yeah!
We need to come together, look around,
They made the border for the browns ‘cause we're not allowed,
Gotta get the green card for me and my child,
Those assholes payment under the table that don't last a while.
Those jobs gettin' passed around, they dog our people,
Why we gotta look for work at Home Depot?
It was us before the natives, why we ain't equal?
But why you give us no perks, fool, we need those!
“And we're trying to make America great!”
Fuck you, esé, somebody bring him to the Treces,
And … just for disrespectin'.
Black, brown or pale, it don't matter to me,
The only color that call shots in this world is green,
And at eighteen they want you to sign up for war,
That's why most rather bang and hang around at the store.
So to you it's just another sellin' corn,
To me we out here hustlin' for the mortgage,
Fuck you think we crossin' the border for?
Why you think in a bedroom there's more than four?
You exploited my country but can't accept my people,
But who you want to run your business? My people.
My flag is green white, red, in the center's an eagle,
Brown Pride, fist high, this is for my illegals!
[Chorus: Sad Boy]
I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside,
A brown cop harassing me, I guess we all look alike.
I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside,
This happens daily all the time, I can never ask why.
I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside,
They make it harder by the day, tryna keep this hope alive.
I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside
‘Cause if my homies say it's on, then you know ,I'm down to ride.
[Outro:]
Don't shoot, don't shoot, officer! Don't shoot, my hands up, my hands up…