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
