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(Blends into intro with dialogue from spike lee's do the right thing)
"Twenty d energizers."
"Twenty, c energizer? "
"D, not c, d."
"B energizer? "
"D motherfucker, d! learn to speak english first, alright? d!"
"How many you say? "
"Twenty, motherfucker, twenty."
"Honey..."
"Mother-fuck you!"
[Ice cube]
Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers
That make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin every brother in the world's out to take
So they watch every damn move that I make
They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob
They funky little store, but bitch, I got a job
("look you little chinese motherfucker
I ain't tryin to steal none of yo' shit, leave me alone!"
"Mother-fuck you!")
Yo yo, check it out
So don't follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass 'll be a target
Of the nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that's what the boy got
So pay respect to the black fist
Or we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp
And then we'll see ya!
Cause you can't turn the ghetto - into black korea
"I do fuck you!"