FUKN

[Verse 1] Nineteen-ninety, cop rave Startled rookie, shot Dave A rally cry, shock wave Their civil liberties not saved 'Cause they do more sighting and shooting Enough to put that lightning in a mood swing The doctor bill I never paid Your mother under a slender blade Underfunded Medicaid Die alone in a rented cage Slamming those dominoes on the dinner table Waving a gun barrel sticking out of the farms in the Winnebagos Cinemax movie guide John Burroughs Junior High I cannot afford to die Superfly on the future high Chronicle the decline of all real niggas The message remain, stick to them losers that can deal with ya Over aged severance package A young buck in a denim jacket Backhand it with a tennis racket For preppy kids master them[?] on expensive rackets 'Cause we still doing this for Anna Mae I can't remain silent, y'all treat the gang violence like it's anime [Chorus] So, it's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin') It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin') We make love with the windows open Griot self-medicating with the indo smokin' It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin') It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin') We make love with the windows open Griot self-medicating with the indo smokin' [Verse 2] Distort the law [?] and niggas Reporting all dreamers and [?] repeat offenders in office And eating chicken tenders with former senators And you said that's been tumble dry And make you working poor eat that humble pie My understudy's my young apprentice We teach them to fuck with a grimace Plucking spinach [?] With slum tenants succumbing to vengeance 'Cause the black mind's always a threat to business So my niggas stay cramming hard for them corrective lenses But nobody wanna be no trouble For a nigga who could be a body double for Barney Rubble Throw a party on the Hubble then Bacardi for a couple If you got the most so nobody can bust your economic bubble [?] under the rubble because you couldn't figure the puzzle Yeah, I'm in a shuffle Back in the day I would handle the duffel Now I be digging my grave with a shovel 'Cause I'm in a job that's not on my level Not on my level, get on my level Motherfucker know I spit like the devil Up in the [?] making that booty pop That's nineteen-ninety-three That's how you define a G Your heart's part of me My art's all free So fuck getting a brush[?] 'Cause enough's not enough I'm outside [Chorus] It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin') It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin') We make love with the windows open Griot self-medicating with the indo smokin' It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin') It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin') We make love with the windows open Griot self-medicating with the indo smokin' [Outro] So in love that we can only make it known So in love that we can't keep it to ourselves So in love, oh she loves me