[Chorus]
I flew over the cuckoo nest
I wasn't raised in a duplex
I never learned two step
Cause both my feet left
I came up from the gutter
No dad, just my mother
How many people killed over color?
That's a real big number
That's a real big number
That's a real big number
[Verse 1]
How many people you know in 9th grade dealing?
How many people you know in 9th grade killing?
How many people you know in 9th grade
Ain't even have a license to shoot it
But they know how to conceal it
How many people you know in 9th grade
Had to take on the responsibility
To raise their daddy children
How many people you know in 9th grade
Had to skip the homecoming
Cause momma working late and stripping
But in this life
You gon either be a Crip or see the crypt, right?
And play the hand you were dealt with outta dislike
You either take it laying down or you fist fight
We feel like everybody hate us like Chris, right?
I bet you really understand why we pissed right?
And why we pull up with them choppas that be this height
You acting silly in my city, better think twice
You hear that party next door but it's not nice
You hear that party next door but it's not nice
(I'd never do this to you)
[Chorus]
I flew over the cuckoo nest
I wasn't raised in a duplex
I never learned two step
Cause both my feet left
I came up from the gutter
No dad, just my mother
How many people killed over color?
That's a real big number
That's a real big number
That's a real big number
That's a real big number