Godd Complexx Lyrics - Muse Sick-n-hour Mess Age - Public Enemy

Pudim 

Are you ready? 

Uptown, on the corner, uptown 

Uptown on the corner, uptown 

I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to die next 

Cause the white man's got a God complex 

Tellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help me) 

Nigga go make your own help 

Shit you need it 

I turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in bars 

Pimps parked outside in big pretty flavor flav cars 

Cleaner than a broke dick dog 

Sittin in a big fine frog 

Dressed very fine and fly in their calvin kani 

No matter how you flex 

Yo jim 

They'll die next 

Cause the white man's got a God complex 

Uptown on the corner, uptown (x 4) 

Hey brother what you sport my man 

I got just the thing for you 

Only cause you're 10 and 2 

What ya gonna do baby 

I got black ones 

Brown ones 

Red ones 

Yellow ones 

I even got a white one 

If you want to buy some 

Yeah 

That's right 

2 5 8 play it straight 

Got it all worked out 

I know what I'm talkin bout 

Yo I been readin my dream books 

So I ain't no way the kid is gonna get took 

Nigga what you mean 

I didn't hit 

Nigga 

You full of shit 

Nigga 

Lick the ice (uh) 

Now 7 

Come on be nice and hit 11 

Well what do you know 

It's lil joe 

Ey my man 

Got twenty dollars eh lil joe don't blow 

Ah baby needs a new pair of shoes 

Ah pappas got the funky blues 

Ah mamma plays the crosswords in the news 

Sorry nigga you lose 

The line forms to the rear lady muther fuck your welfare check 

Cause the white man's got a God complex 

Uptown on the corner (x 4) 

Mr. stein elevating a friend 

But is proud to be mine 

But you just want to cheat me cause I ain't your kind 

Damn 

I'm so poor 

I don't know what the hell i'ma do anymore 

Not from this day to the next 

Cause the white man's got a God complex 

(vamp out)