Mad Niggerish

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
That nigga, nigga, it's that nigga
Mad niggerish, that mean I stack figures
I got businesses, still never act stuck up
Mad niggerish, real nigga that's whats up
That nigga, cover of the magazine
That nigga, plastered on your plasma screen
I'm that nigga, still never act stuck up
Mad niggerish, real nigga that's whats up

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
So niggerish, so nigga rich
Is he ignorant? No, he just don't give a shit
I grew up po', Christmas with no Christmas gifts
We had Birthmanship, birthday and Christmas mixed
That's when you can't afford to celebrate both, now I'm rich
But still got my ghetto ways though, in this bitch
Like tryin' to put some switches on a Bentley Coupe
I might marry Keri Hilson in a Dickie suit
You don't get it? Listen, I'mma set the record straight
I'm ghetto as puttin' condoms in the collection plate
Or drivin' up in an Escalade, but you live in the projects on Section 8
It's finna get niggerish, Obama on election date
You can't get rid of this, this nigga ain't finna quit
Til limitless men and women is hip to this nigga shit
So if you get this line, now you niggerish
Standin' at the damn WIC line is how you get your kicks

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]

[Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
It's like I'm parking reverse, back in this bitch
Swagnificent, black dickie thick, mac with the kicks
Mac grippin', I'm mad niggerish act ignorant
I only bag women with jobs and mad benefits
Tell bad bitches this, I'm a pimp with a bad temperament
I'mma boss, and I ain't with that simple shit
Been half biggest bish, it's not a curious case
We got old-ass Benjamin's like that flick Brad Pitt was in
I'm sellin' game, I'm tryin' to get the sex poppin'
I fuck freak hoes in a car that I'm test drivin'
And when the money's low, then I'm robbin' a place yo
Take your kid's shit, literally robbin' a cradle
I put holes in foes, turn your squads into bagels
My gun wave hi to you haters, remind me of Maino
Young Dice is ghetto as a government check
I'm from the slums and 'jects, what the fuck you expect

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]

[Verse 3: Julius Luciano]
Brand new coach fitted cap, that's the Shoe shit
Sticker's still attached to it, to capture newness
Mack a cute bitch, ass and huge tits
Me without a fly piece don't sound right, like bad acoustics
This cat's confusing, attitude's that of a black Confucious
But a ratchet packer like Huey back in the panther movement
Some of you niggas been actin' coonish
Since the Mayflower came to Massachusetts, you only do what master chooses
Me? I'm in the 'lac just cruisin', blastin' music
Abusin' alcohol, Jack Daniel's a bad influence
Yeah, I ride with kegs
Cop told me not to drink and drive, I said "I ain't drivin', the light was red"
Be like me if you wanna get ahead in life
I scream "fuck the world" while I'm gettin' head from life
Ain't no tellin' what this nigga gon' say
I call a cracker a coon and call a nigga ofay