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 fucking hat off
You ain't in New York stupid
Take that fucking hat off
you ain't never been to Houston
Take that fucking 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