The Plantation

[Intro: samples and Fashawn]

"Woo-hoo! Vanilla ice cream, and I'm gonna take me a big lick!"

"Any one of them niggers gives me any crap, I'll lay them out..."

"You do that then..."

Uhh, check it out, yeah

[Verse 1: Fashawn]

In a neighborhood, predominantly black, was a house party

A typical game of craps and Cognac

Heard the commotion, when somebody hit a seven

Saw a pack of black queens hopping out a white Lexus

Gangstas on the front lawn, function in the back

A bunch of wild Africans who don't know how to act

Rat in my ear talking 'bout "Can we leave now?"

Took her to the attic and stared to sweat her weave out

I bust a nut and reemerge out a weed cloud

To the party, fuck it if whoever saw me (stop)

My foam cup dirty with the lemon-lime

Three uninvited guests enter at the same time

White dudes with Swastikas tatted on they arm

Surrounded by niggas who'd be glad to do them harm

Not even fair, they outnumbered and gotta be aware

I could smell a problem in the air

They strolled through and everybody gazed

Pretty obvious they're not afraid

"Let 'em live." That's what Mama Miss Golly said

But my partner Big Linky pulled a chopper out instead

Interrogative, asked if they knew where they was at

They had to, these honkies look a little too relaxed

Said they only came for the bitches

That's when suddenly I heard a bang from the distance

Niggas scattered as the door opens up

Went from three to 100; now there's more of them than us

If you ain't bring a firearm you should duck

Or hit the floor and be a fortunate one to survive

They snatched Linky by the neck, gave him one in his head

I went and grabbed the nine under his bed

He had bad karma, dirty sweat below the rug

In debt with various thugs, had an Aryan plug

That he robbed months ago, they're back for revenge

Gave him a bullet for every stack that he spent

Explains the skinheads crawling through his crib

No mercy, they shot Mama Golly in the ribs

Poor Linky left his noodles on his couch

I could finally get away, or try and shoot it out

Bounced to the nearest gas station

Hopped in the closest motherfucking cab waiting

Saw an opportunity and had to take it

Only thing on my mind now is retaliation

Plantation

[Outro: Sample]

"Get on, white folk. This here's the plantation sure enough, but Miss Golly? She ain't up yet!"

"Now look who here! They done set us off, talking whities!"

"Honkies with their wrinkly white asses..."