123 Slam

Okay, here's the story about my mom and dad
 One was white, and one was black
 I bet you think you're glad
 l'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan
 I don't know what the hell i'm on so 1, 2... 1, 2, 3 slam
 Kinky hair when I wake up
 It straight when i go to bed
 My dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said
 My mother she's a honkey, my dad's kentucky fried
 I don't know what the hell i'm on so 1, 2... 1, 2, 3 slam
 Back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side
 It's hot dogs on friday nights, the chicken's country fried
 My dad says ("yo boy") pass the peas
 My mom says "pass the squash"
 I need something to ease the pain
 So i'll go downtown and get some downers
 Your goin' down (down)
 Your goin' down (down)
 Your goin' down baby, down baby
 Take me down
 Whoah, man, i'm a little bit slow but i've got to get up somehow
 Got no money just a good idea
 Let me tell you how, I'll steal my parents credit cards
 Oh, yes i'll rip them off
 I'll go downtown to where dad works and get myself some cocaine
 Now i'm high, and i'm not shy i'll get it off my chest
 My mom is white, she's always right, she thinks she's the best
 My dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golf
 I don't know what the hell I am so 1, 2... 1, 2, 3 slam
 Slam, slam, slam
 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 stop