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letra de suburbian nightmare - sir mix-a-lot

(verse 1)
you can check my blackness, fact is
i’m rough as a cactus
now i gotta change what i practice
so i went to the suburbs and bought me a big house
and now they wanna run a brother out?
i’m a well-educated young maker of revenue
rollin’ in a big black bmw
so i’m supposed to fit because i’m straight legit
but the police still wanna trip
they accuse me of robbin’ myself
never seen a brother with wealth
h-ll, i thought i was big, and now i’m trapped in the house
cause the cops got my crib staked out
the police chief is runnin’ for comissioner
but if i get outta this, chief, i’m gettin’ ya
cheif needs a cover-up plan cause he heard i’m famous
called a crazy white boy, name was amos
i thought amos was a burglar
but when he saw me, he said i never heard of ya
he couldn’t tell north from south
but amos was my only way out
of this suburbian nightmare

huh
yeah
my suburbian nightmare

(verse 2)
i may not look like beaver, but you don’t either
i bought a big house for the breather
even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy
and all the rich liberals ain’t friendly
so amos got a shotgun and i got a sk!llet
anything movin’, i’ma straight up k!ll it
i’m a black man on the come-up, i got done up
and roughed up by a cop tryin’ to get hooked up
i got a meal and i just sealed two more deals
and now i’m runnin’ from the cops? this ain’t real!
you see, the cops sent amos in to play that role
be a burglar and rob my home?
they offered him a deal and then took it back
ol’ amos should have signed them a contract
cheif walks in talkin’ that +n-gga+ smack
-punch- “oof!” “+n-gga, take+ that!”
now they want me for attempted murder
the craziest case that a brother ever heard of
the neighborhood fears me, they’re scared to get near me
the cops wanna smear me
my suburbian nightmare

suburbian nightmare

(verse 3)
i used to eat pig feet, now i’m eatin’ lobster
gettin’ my check, boy, the h-ll with them propers
life still ain’t changed cause i gotta get my hustle on
just to get these cops gone
four or five mil’ can’t make my race change
it can make the pace change, but it won’t maintain
i can’t go outside to jog
cause my next-door neighbor got a prejudiced dog
but it’s america, home of the free
life in the ‘burbs ain’t nothin’ like tv
now i’m runnin’ from the cop clan
cause my neighborhood told the cops: “it was a black man”
mr. and mrs. gilman next door
puffin’ on a joint, kinky to the core
and that’s the typical role model
white picket fence, big house and a bottle
who can i blame for the stereotypical mix-up?
the innocent again get tricked up
things is supposed to change when you grow to my size
open your eyes to my suburbian nightmare

-black woman laughing-
huh!
my suburbian nightmare
-black woman laughing-
my suburbian nightmare
-black woman laughing-

- sir mix a lot

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