Don`t call me nigga, whitey...
Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken
2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin` ass...
They say a negro ain`t good for nothin` but a show
Talkin` slang and walkin` with a radio
Drippin` sweat on basketball courts
Dominatin` but that`s at all sports
Or inventin` a new kind of handshake
To get they picture on a box of pancake mix
So I kick some hip hop
And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop
But prayin` ain`t all we do, see
Next we play bingo and barbecue
Them days I could praise the lord and still gamble
And eat more dead meet than little black sambo
But I gotta hear a lot of old ladies
Catchin` the holy ghost most in their 80`s
And I don`t wanna hear no yellin`
Naw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon
Cause I`m the stereotype...
They think all black folks look alike
We either goin` strike or hut, hut, hike
Or up on the microphone makin` their neighborhood nervous
So I get poor service
Wherever I go they steady tryin` to put jackets on me
Cause I ain`t one of they fake-ass homies
Naw, I`m just a negro who knows what`s jumpin`
So they be actin` like I`m tryin` to steal somethin`
When I go to the store or out to eat
Ladies start puttin` purses by they feet
Pullin` a mace out they bras like one-time
Waitin` on some crime
For me to commit so they can unload
That`s how tricks get floored
Y`all can`t let y`all imaginations
Get the best of y`all
And that goes for the rest of y`all
Cause I`m the stereotype...
So I`m just your typical so-called african-american
Back in your hair again
At your door for more free
butter and cheese, please
Let me take my cake-cutter
And tease this buckwheat hairdoo
To fit the stereotype scenario
That I gave on my application
Unemployment information
Like moms can`t find no affordable housin`
How many kids she got? About thousand
And everyone got a different daddy
And I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees
But before my injury I was fine
Did everythin` from a jack to a shoeshine
I was allways down to work then
Until I got stretched out in the pen
Now I`m the stereotype...
So, yeah, i get it all from the big screen
Showin` black girls hoin` at sixteen
On the corner outside in the cold half-naked
Ain`t nothin` sacred?
Cause all they know is what they seein` on daytime dramas
So now they like teenage grandmas
Who gotta stop they work and roll
To the nurse for a purse full of birth control
And that ain`t so proper cause in my hood
They need to cancel soap-operas
Cause black females be belivin` all that
That`s why they fall flat
So young and innocent
But by the time they reach eighteen
They been done went crazy, hittin` that P-I-P
Every Gladys Knight with the silent E
So I`m the stereotype...
