Artist: Omni Album: Burgundy Brown Song: American African Typed by: iamomni dot com fo' sho' my youth, what you going to do everybody say fo' sho' my youth, what you going to do everybody just watch fo' sho' my youth, what you going to do everybody just watch [Chorus] with the tattoos and these bandanas these knuckleheads thinking that they gangsta right? just because you got dreadlocks and you sell incense don't run around thinking that your rastafari aint nobody trippin' if that's what you all about you ain't trippin' till that gun up in your mouth you better know the truth and you better know the roots cause there's real mutha fuckas that will call your ass out bring the chorus in I've been from here to there and back again to my european, japanese and african to my puerto rican, northern region passages I'm like what's happenin', what's happenin' you couldn't imagine it, you don't know the half of it people got it all fucked up on some fashion shit I tell them recognize the real, quite passing it I wonder if the whole worlds made up of some plastic shit I just block them out, pay them no never mind don't nobody want to hear that shit boy step aside moving, on your lefty, brand new material yeah, you stole my style and scratched off the serial put me in the stereo cause here we go again I done found another reason to pick up my pen monkey see, monkey do only if the monkey knew I ain't even mad at you, you ain't even got a clue [Chorus] I was just a knuckle head boy with some loud asss corduroys' on the porch playing with my toys who knew one day, I would be a man with a mic in my hand, worldwide, making noise turn my music up loud, for the people in the crowd if you know who you are, hold your head up proud to my ghetto super stars who was delt them' shitty cars when them times get hard, still strong enough to smile what the fuck, I live this shit everything I say is a rap anybody know about me, tell um' that los angeles is where I'm at the murder rate will make you nervous, I be about my business I didn't want to get a job with a boss telling me to push a mop on the real shit, I'd rather sell bud sleeping in half the day, getting it the fast way it ain't hard to get paid, once you formulate a buzz let me tell you about [Chorus]