Black Chick, White Guy

Black chick, white guy

Does it mean shit? Maybe

I don't know, but yo, it never phased me

But either way here's one tale

Of two like that and what prevailed

It started way back in the eighth grade

In the small old town where the two both stayed

He came from a family of middle class

Where everything he did he always had to ask

She came from a place that was so alone

You know the same old tale of a broken home

Her mama was an alkie and more like a friend

Had three different kids from three different men

And that's just the way shit was

Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was

Anyway the two kept on

With the phone calls, notes and so on and so on

And after the bullshittin' and whatin'

That day came the two started fuckin'

All the time, you know kids habits

Every single day fuckin' like rabbits

Sneakin' out the car when he was fifteen

Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night, see

Fuckin' after lunch in the Junior High bathrooms

Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms

His dick was metal, her pussy was a magnet

Ninth grade came

"I'm pregnant"

Shit got frantic and, man, oh, Lord, it was a tough decision

But they decided to abort it

It might have been right, it might have been wrong

But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up

Where is it? Who is it? How is it? Was it right?

These are the things he thought in bed at night

A lot of people might laugh at this

But fuck 'em, they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine, when you're low, I'm low

People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'

Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore

I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on

They kept seeing each other off and on

See, she moved to the city and you know what happened

Black chick with a real white accent

Pretty girl in the ghetto, go figure

Yeah, she got macked by some dope dealin' ****

Still seein that other kid on the side

She kept most of her thoughts inside

See, all the first guy did was just love her

While that punk muthafucka used to beat her and punch her

She was livin' all wild

I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child

She asked the first guy to have his baby

He looked at her like she must be crazy

He was makin' records and goin' on tour

Twenty thousand people hip-hoppin' on the floor

And all that, while she sat at home and got macked

If she stepped out of line, she got slapped

And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away

And he did, he got caught with a loaded gun

And went to jail, but first she had his son

Ooh, and now what to do?

She had no man, no money, and no clue

Now the other guy came back from tourin'

And she called him up early one mornin'

They hooked up, her mind was blown

As he began to raise her son as his own

And that's a lot of shit to deal with, man

And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand

And people still laugh at this shit

Fuck 'em, they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine, when you're low, I'm low

People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'

Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore

I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times

A few bad times, mostly good times

See, he was a ramblin' man to the bone

He liked women and wine and he loved to roam

Not like she was any kind of saint

See, in this story there's a lot of red paint

But time kept slippin' and made her crazy

And she talked about havin' another baby

The guy was like, "Oh, Lord"

We got one now that we can't afford

But she convinced, she could handle even two

Said, "I want your child or I'm leavin' you"

I can't figure out why then he didn't run

I guess he was attached to her and her son

All confused about what to do

That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too

Slut

Could barely pay her rent

And then the same old shit

"I'm pregnant"

And if that ain't some shit 'cause

The girl didn't even know who the father was

And still by her side the first guy stayed

Head gettin' more fucked by the day

He stuck it out for nine months, I don't know why

And then a little girl on the 4th of July

Was born in the front seat of his car

It was amazing

Kinda like a shooting star

He was happy, told his family and friends

Only to realize later, his little girl wasn't his

And that crushed him quick

Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick

But before he found all that out

From the same chick another kid popped out

And that shit's real ill

Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill

She must have known all along

The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on

Three different kids from three different men

History repeats itself again

And after some more shit got stirred

He kicked that bitch to the curb

And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit

Huh, and he loves him

But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low

People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'

Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore

I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'

I am the Bullgod

I am free

And I feed on all that is forsaken

I'm gonna get you

I see through you

I'm gonna get you

I'm like a train I roll hard, lettin' off much steam

In the Carhart flannel and the dusty jeans, baby

I never was cool with James Dean

But I be hanging tough with my man, Jim Beam

I swing low like a chimp

Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink

But now I'm humble and I can only think

About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp

So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies

I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes

I'm on the brink if you know what I mean

And a twelve-step program couldn't keep me clean

'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand

The illegitimate son of man

The T-O-P to the D-O-G

Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D

And I'm trippin'

Uh, huh-huh

Said I'm trippin'

I am the Bullgod

I am free

And I feed on all that is forsaken

I'm gonna get you

I see through you

I'm gonna get you

A lot of people poke fun and that's alright

But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight, huh

You can't cap with the master, son

So sit your ass down before I blast you one

Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud

And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood

I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts

You can bet all day but I can't be bought

Uh, break it up let's tie one on

I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn

So I grab my Walkman but before I cut

I got behind the garage and fire it up

Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand

The illegitimate son of man

The T-O-P to the D-O-G

Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D

And I'm trippin'

Huh-huh

Said I'm trippin'

And you know

I am the Bullgod

I am free

And I feed on all that is forsaken

Forsaken, yeah

You ain't nothing

Come on, get 'em up

Come on, get 'em up

Come on, get 'em up

I am the Bullgod

I am free

And I feed on all that is forsaken

I am the Bullgod

I am free

And I feed on all that is

I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high

As I sit in my chair and watch life go by

These thoughts I have, I can't mold to sense

Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense

Born and raised in the outer lands

And at times you can say I'm outta hand

I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run

Every time that paper hits my tongue

And sometimes it seems so odd

When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod

I am the Bullgod, you understand

And here, in my head, is my master plan

Uh, I'm gonna get you

I see through you

I'm gonna get you

I see through you