Yellow

[Verse 1: Black Thought (as Max "Matthew" Fisher)]

Yellow money, yellow women, yellow taxis

The smell of the city that's coming at me

Pepper head heffers in New York are never happy

Rule of threes, the main thing that attracts me is

Yellow sapphire, yellow diamonds, and gold

If loving her was the "bing", I guess I'm out on parole

Out of control, I was too sad to try to console

I took my hair out of my durag, went out on a stroll

To hail a taxi, a jitney, a cabbie, a gypsy, a hack

Someone to get me down 125th street

Out on the corner lookin' for a driver to lift me

To the height of a high yellow mama to kiss me

That old man mini's probably gonna to miss me

But that's ancient history I'm trying to get tipsy

Some middle mystery mix might come whistlin' dixie

And drunk from corn liquor or some bootleg whiskey

In Harlem black girls are too high saditty now

I need somebody brand new to New York City now

I need a mama who walk, talk, and look pretty now

And if I could get the milk for free, why would I buy the cow before my

[Hook]

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow

Yellow money, yellow woman, yellow taxi

[Verse 2: Black Thought (as Max "Matthew" Fisher)]

Uh, Look

Whoever said black don't crack was wrong

I need me a saffran jawn to go platinum blonde

Matter fact, big blue eyed Anglo-Saxon swan

With the forked-tongue or horns like a Capricorn

I need an amazon viking who's physically striking

She could start off yellow then deliberately lighten her skin

Until it's brightened and visibly whitened

I mean, the polar opposite of Cicely Tyson

If you need a black lover you can go 'head, brother

I won't mess with anything less than cornbread color

Of the flesh, she might see a tan but only in summer

She's my number one and one is still the loneliest number

Without my hello, mellow, yellow amber waves of grain

I hope you're able to love me 'cause I've been raising Cain

And God don't like no ugly, so I'ma change the game

Should I even change my name? Nothing stays the same after

[Hook]

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow

Yellow money, yellow woman, yellow taxi

[Verse 3: Black Thought (as Max "Matthew" Fisher)]

Ayo, the smell of the city that's coming at me

Yellow taxis taking me to my yellow honey

Exactly, look at me smellin' the yellow money

With my charm on my arm, I dare you to take her from me

I'ma make her love me, ayo bunny, listen to me (Ahem)

I beg borrow and steal to cop a meal

And dress with superior zest and proper zeal

I should say my middle name is "Let's make a deal"

Because gettin' something for free in life is not for real

Last name Good, first name is Dr. Feel

If you're uptown, let me know how much time you got to kill

If you're in for a thrill and got a couple dollar bills

We will give your money back if your dreams are not fulfilled

Me and my ominous lads was on Lennox Ave

The threads we were wearin' cost an arm and a leg, don't laugh

Pulled up at the honky tonk in a cab

I said, "Baby, don't worry, I'm payin' the tab"

When I dug in my pocket for the gusto

Dug in my pocket for the gusto

When I dug in my pocket for the gusto

I had big bills and nothing low, I had

[Hook]

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow

Yellow money, yellow woman, yellow taxi

Uh, Yellow women, yellow taxi

[Bridge]

Check it out

Now around this point Bunny his best friend

His home girl, she walks up, right

She looks him up and down

Shakes her head and says

[Verse 4: Woman responding to Max Fisher]

Boy, you're actin' funnier than Groucho and Harpo Marx

But you're a shark who comes with lots of cargo

Raisin' hell up in Harlem, blowin' money like Chicago

Lookin' for you a Lillian Gish or Greta Garbo

To come between us when you're darker than Uncle Remus

Actin' like being green is the ultimate inconvenience

Like you're some kind of genius, you're hoping to find you

An octoroon, a quadroon, a mulatto, or mongrel

What does it take to remind you there's an ax held above you?

And Max, I hate to tell you but she'll probably never love you

But heaven knows you're wildest desires, I'm not denying so go on

Try some candies and pluck you a dandelion

But yellow teeth for tarter, yellow eyes is jaundice

That's a fine performance but you're not an Adonis

Even if you find yourself an Aphrodite or Athena

You'll never see Nefertiti or the true queen of Sheba

With your yellow money