(verse)
all i eva wanted was a clams casino beat
to talk about oppression, that’s repressin’ my peeps
ride around in that green hooptie wit my uncle t
nwa blasting, we screaming fuck the police
cuz them don’t give two shits about me
i mean we when i say ferguson they talk about me
lil brown, mike brown, shot down in missouri
they keep us in misery & get a desk job when the coroner leave
they don’t even take they badge, a racist act
just take a president to make ‘em black, hope that we live in bliss
& take a nap to create wit the same brush that paint the past
cuz it’s still the same shit, we don’t run it out finna find help
cuz ya know we bound to get hit
(hook)
all i eva wanted was a clams casino beat
to talk about these hating muthafuckas
talkin’ bout me
all i eva wanted was a clams casino beat
to talk about these hating muthafuckas
talkin’ bout me
(verse 2)
let’s talk about hate
hate in the game
be the same niggas that ya made yo friend
ya give me a beat, they ain’t play it then
then ya run around town like ya made my name
showed ya nothing but luv
something strange deranged
just wanted to see & make some change
what about old friends that claim i change
i ain’t change, i’m grown about my change
(hook)
all i needed was a clams casino beat
to talk about these loyal fans
that be talking bout me
all i needed was a clams casino beat
to talk about these loyal fans
that be talking bout me
(verse 3)
let’s talk about fans, are they fake or real?
they happy when ya make the deal
they build ya up to make the kill
to break ya down, & claim ya ain’t real
why do songs with a pop icon
oh, he moved on, dreamed the pay-off
fly state to state, two white girls in his arms
mr. hollywood don’t like us no more, nah, that’s a lie
i like any girl wit eyes, cutie pies, fat ass, sumo thighs
any complexion, girl ya could be mine
i luv the fans who truly mine
respect the come up, the fergie grind
man art can be art sometimes
might fuck around & do a song wit bruno mars
