Everytime I wanna go get a f**king brew I gotta go down to the store with the two Oriental one-penny counting motherf**kers That make a ni**a made enough to cause a little ruckus Thinking every brother in the world's out to take So they watch every damn move that I make They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob They funky little store but b**ch I got a job Look you little chinese motherf**ker I ain't trying to steal none of yo sh*t leave me alone Yo yo check it out So don't follow me up and down your market Or your little chop suey a**'ll be a target Of the nationwide boycott Juice with the people that's what the boy got So pay respect to the black fist Or we'll burn your store right down to a crisp And then we'll see ya Cause you can't turn the ghetto into black korea I do f**k you