Stuck Mojo

Why you wanna step to me my C-I-S
Brothers dont play you got a lot to say when you
with your boys on the other side of town
I catch you 1-on1 and yo ass is beat down.
I see you styling highly profile.
Try to play that thug role youre head is swole
Now you want to be all that you can be,
But not by the colors of the army!
Yo you in the wrong hood better knock on wood
Gold chains and gold rings you misunderstood
Trace back and look back you aint black
Nigga straight sneaking through the cracks.
Whos that wigga in my neighborhood,
In my neighborhood...
In my neighborhood...
Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out yall the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Mr. Mirror image you wanna scrimmage
Why when your goof troop ass look like Grimace.
In your altered state fake mistakes
Take a look in the mirror and tell me why you imitate!
Slap that mutha for not being himself
Chemical imbalance coming from the wealth.
Dont try to be like and sip herbal tea like
And come to my crib run your jibs and ad lib.
Urban cross-dressing language molesting
Heres a suggestion time for a confession.
I never liked you I still want to fight you
K.O. 1st round lights out troop.
Whos that wigga in my neighborhood,
In my neighborhood...
In my neighborhood...
Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out yall the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
[Court Room]
[Judge]
Order! Jury, have you
reached, have you
reached a verdict?
[Jury]
We find the wigger
GUILTY!!!!!
[Judge]
I here by sentence
you, wigger, to a 100
years confined to a
chair, forced to watch
episodes of the Andy
Grifith Show, Hee
Haw, and Lawrence
Welk. No parole.
Corny you lose your proiflies confused
Wannabes make me sneeze make me itch like fleas
Make you hit yo knees for even trying to see
Circles in a square bite that ass like bees!!
Your image is deceiving I aint believing
You trying act like me for no reason.
Change your game your rhymes off season mess with
Steven,
Ill leave your crew grieving.
False advertisement strike a pose for the no-style
trophy.
You great big phony sponsored by Oscar balogna
For your whole made up style you owe me.
Whos that wigga in my neighborhood,
In my neighborhood...
In my neighborhood...
Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor
Look out yall the suburban ranger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Suburban ranger danger danger
Dont get mad, unless were talking about you.
[ Suburban Ranger Lyrics ]