(Verse 1)
You can check my blackness, fact is
I`m rough as a cactus
Now I gotta change what I practice
So I went to the suburbs and bought me a big house
And now they wanna run a brother out?
I`m a well-educated young maker of revenue
Rollin` in a big black BMW
So I`m supposed to fit because I`m straight legit
But the police STILL wanna trip
They accuse me of robbin` myself
Never seen a brother with wealth
Hell, I thought I was big, and now I`m trapped in the house
`Cause the cops got my crib staked out
The police chief is runnin` for comissioner
But if I get outta this, chief, I`m gettin` ya
Cheif needs a cover-up plan `cause he heard I`m famous
Called a crazy white boy, name was Amos
I thought Amos was a burglar
But when he saw me, he said I never heard of ya
He couldn`t tell north from south
But Amos was my only way out
of this suburbian nightmare
Huh
Yeah
My suburbian nightmare
(Verse 2)
I may not look like Beaver, but you don`t either
I bought a big house for the breather
Even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy
And all the rich liberals ain`t friendly
So Amos got a shotgun and I got a skillet
Anything movin`, I`ma straight up kill it
I`m a black man on the come-up, I got done up
And roughed up by a cop tryin` to get hooked up
I got a meal and I just sealed two more deals
And now I`m runnin` from the cops? This ain`t real!
You see, the cops sent Amos in to play that role,
Be a burglar and rob my home?
They offered him a deal and then took it back
Ol` Amos should have signed them a contract
Cheif walks in talkin` that +nigga+ smack
*punch* oof! +nigga, take+ that!
Now they want me for attempted murder
The craziest case that a brother ever heard of
The neighborhood fears me, they`re scared to get near me
The cops wanna smear me
My suburbian nightmare
Suburbian nightmare
(Verse 3)
I used to eat pig feet, now I`m eatin` lobster
Gettin` my check, boy, the hell with them propers
Life still ain`t changed `cause I gotta get my hustle on
Just to get these cops gone
Four or five mil` can`t make my race change
It can make the pace change, but it won`t maintain
I can`t go outside to jog
`Cause my next-door neighbor got a prejudiced dog
But it`s America, home of the free
Life in the `burbs ain`t nothin` like TV
Now I`m runnin` from the cop clan
`Cause my neighborhood told the cops: It was a black man
Mr. and Mrs. Gilman next door
Puffin` on a joint, kinky to the core
And that`s the typical role model
White picket fence, big house and a bottle
Who can I blame for the stereotypical mix-up?
The innocent again get tricked up
Things is supposed to change when you grow to my size
Open your eyes to my suburbian nightmare
*black woman laughing*
Huh!
My suburbian nightmare
*black woman laughing*
My suburbian nightmare
*black woman laughing*
