Suburban Ranger - Stuck Mojo

Why you wanna step to me my C-I-S

Brothers don’t 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 you’re 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 ain’t black

Nigga straight sneaking through the cracks

Who’s that wigga in my neighborhood

In my neighborhood…

In my neighborhood…

Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor

Look out ya’ll 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

Don’t 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

Here’s a suggestion time for a confession

I never liked you I still want to fight you

K.O.

1st round lights out troop

Who’s that wigga in my neighborhood

In my neighborhood…

In my neighborhood…

Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor

Look out ya’ll the suburban ranger

Suburban ranger danger danger

Suburban ranger danger danger

Suburban ranger danger danger

Suburban ranger danger danger

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

Wannabe’s 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 ain’t believing

You trying act like me for no reason

Change your game your rhymes off season mess with Steven

I’ll 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

Who’s that wigga in my neighborhood

In my neighborhood…

In my neighborhood…

Mr. Trailblazer, with the mad flavor

Look out ya’ll the suburban ranger

Suburban ranger danger danger

Suburban ranger danger danger

Suburban ranger danger danger

Suburban ranger danger danger

Don’t get mad, unless we’re talking about you