Song lyrics :
There's a Black guy in my neighborhood and he's walking
Don't let your car break down on the good side of town
There's a Black guy in my neighborhood and he's walking
That's what I heard
What he said
better run 'fore I'm dead
I avoid certain things, like the electric chair
I like gated communities because I know not to go in there
I straighten up my crooked cap I pull up my baggy pants
I throw the Skittles in the can, so I ain't got nothing in my hand
I take the hoodie off I roll it up I lock it up in the trunk
I put the Visine in my eyes so I don't look drunk
I want to keep it quiet dog when I'm walking here at night
That's why this little dog's bark is worst than it's bite.
If your yard looks real neat,
I don't walk down that street
Look at my feet
I got sneakers on because I gotta sneak
I don't stop to ask a thing, not even for water
I don't try to look too hard if I think that she's your daughter
Thick rows of flowers and all your shrubbery are green
All your cars are clean
It's the scariest thing I've seen
How could I forget
That I'm the most likely suspect
For any crime
That happened at this time
