Tommy Sketch - African Booty Scratcher Lyrics

I ain't from Africa
You African booty scratcher
I'm from the hood
Twisted fingers & twisted doobie wrappers
From the hood
Booby trap you and Jack your hooptie after
From the hood
Catch you slipping then catch a movie after

A yo ma Nigga

Take that f*cking hat off
You ain't in New York stupid
Take that f*cking hat off
You ain't never been to Houston
Take that f*cking hat off
You don't live in ST Louis
Come up out them colors
Cause they're about to start shootin

Drive-bys out of fashion
Walk up blastin
Bullets stay passing
Ask John Madden
Knucklehead nigga yeah
He turned into a savage
Sock him for his bread
Give that Man a knuckle Sandwich

Room full of goons
A room full of coons
Room full of niggaz wit a broom

Vroom Vroom
In a Honda Trynna find a time To Boom
Real soon, Afternoon
Broad daylight, month of June
Stay inside this summer
Niggas ain't got none to do

Once upon I knew this nigga
He ain't even here no more
Lived his life behind a trigger
You know how that story go

Niggas wanna be hard
When they in a carpool
Niggas wanna be hard
Until they get their card pulled
On G.O

Drive-bys out of fashion
Walk up blastin
Bullets stay passing
Ask John Madden
Knucklehead nigga yeah
He turned into a savage
Sock him for his bread
Give that Man a knuckle Sandwich

Room full of goons
A room full of coons
Room full of niggas with a broom

House niggas
Kissing ass
Trying to get them to approve

On the block with a tool
With a pocket full of pills
Use to sell them to the fools
Now they pop them for the thrill

Pop a nigga for his shoes
Those a pair he couldn't fill
Got no heart he couldn't feel
Wasn't hard for him to kill

Standing outside on a Friday Living on the edge
Cus we hard With a hard head
We some knuckleheads