Myyyy Brutha
Myyyy Brutha from another mutha
Rough talking I'm so hood for my black people kinda mutha
Pumping yo fist in the air, first in line to vote for Obama
Don't talk about myyy president Brutha
Going back to the motherland
Take my hand
March with me kinda Brutha
It's okay My Brutha I see you, with your stereotypical ways
Condescending phrases and the look of disappointment on your face
Because I don't understand what made My Bruthas fall from grace.
When they have all the answers to display
Their talents that they are afraid to portray
They would rather parlay and be that next nigga
Sitting on the couch and no job having nigga
Not worried about the law convict type of nigga
My bad, did I say nigga?
Noooo, I mean Mandingo, Adonis, Zeus, Hercules, King
Naw I got it Ding-a-ling
That's who the Brutha is today
And when I see that nigga I'll send him your way
To become like you myyy Brutha
From another mutha
Rough talking I'm so hood for my black people kinda mutha