BADMIHAI
11-30-2004, 08:57 PM
Wigger song. I just made this today. It's based on Tupac's "Changes" and it supposed to illustrate the life of wiggers in Canada. Chretien was Canada's former P.M. BTW. Wadda you guys think?
Come on come on
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is my waffles ready? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' rich and I’m not even black.
My head hurts, so I'm lookin' for a fist to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a whitebo’? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Buy the crack from the kids who the hell cares? One less immigrant on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em sticks, step back, and watch 'em play each other.
"It's time to make peace", that's what Chretien said.
1 election in four years and now Chretien’s dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a nigga’ 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the V.P. suspend a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but hockey’s hard, and that's the way it is.
I see no changes. All I see is happy faces.
Misplaced pucks makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one ghetto place...
let's surface the wasted.
Put the evil in the people, they’ll be acting right.
'Cause mo' white than black is smokin' crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to hate each other.
And although it seems Devil sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the detention room’s packed, and it's filled with whacks
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the PS game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the wigger in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I lost a G today" But you lost it in a sleazy way.
Buyin’ crack from the kids. "I gotta get laid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.
[Bridge]
[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way was working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to die out.
And still I see no changes. Can't a cracker get a little peace?
There's war on the suburbs & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I alwayd did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I run like this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama really raised a fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I looked at way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh
Come on come on
I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is my waffles ready? Should I blast myself?"
I'm tired of bein' rich and I’m not even black.
My head hurts, so I'm lookin' for a fist to snatch.
Cops give a damn about a whitebo’? Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero.
Buy the crack from the kids who the hell cares? One less immigrant on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.
Give 'em sticks, step back, and watch 'em play each other.
"It's time to make peace", that's what Chretien said.
1 election in four years and now Chretien’s dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.
Learn to see me as a nigga’ 'stead of 2 distant strangers.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can the V.P. suspend a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids,
but hockey’s hard, and that's the way it is.
I see no changes. All I see is happy faces.
Misplaced pucks makes disgrace for races we under.
I wonder what it takes to make this one ghetto place...
let's surface the wasted.
Put the evil in the people, they’ll be acting right.
'Cause mo' white than black is smokin' crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other.
It takes skill to be real, time to hate each other.
And although it seems Devil sent,
we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh.
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact...
the detention room’s packed, and it's filled with whacks
But some things will never change.
Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the PS game.
Now tell me what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the wigger in you.
You gotta operate the easy way.
"I lost a G today" But you lost it in a sleazy way.
Buyin’ crack from the kids. "I gotta get laid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is.
[Bridge]
[Talking:]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way was working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to die out.
And still I see no changes. Can't a cracker get a little peace?
There's war on the suburbs & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I alwayd did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.
But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I run like this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama really raised a fool.
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back.
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some buck that I looked at way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh