Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken
 2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...

 They say a negro ain't good for nothin' but a show
 Talkin' slang and walkin' with a radio
 Drippin' sweat on basketball courts
 Dominatin' but that's at all sports
 Or inventin' a new kind of handshake
 To get they picture on a box of pancake mix
 So I kick some hip hop
 And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop
 But prayin' ain't all we do, see
 Next we play bingo and barbecue
 Them days I could praise the lord and still gamble
 And eat more dead meet than little black sambo
 But I gotta hear a lot of old ladies
 Catchin' the holy ghost most in their 80's
 And I don't wanna hear no yellin'
 Naw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon
 Cause I'm the stereotype...

 They think all black folks look alike
 We either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike
 Or up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood nervous
 So I get poor service
 Wherever I go they steady tryin' to put jackets on me
 Cause I ain't one of they fake-ass homies
 Naw, I'm just a negro who knows what's jumpin'
 So they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin'
 When I go to the store or out to eat
 Ladies start puttin' purses by they feet
 Pullin' a mace out they bras like one-time
 Waitin' on some crime
 For me to commit so they can unload
 That's how tricks get floored
 Y'all can't let y'all imaginations
 Get the best of y'all
 And that goes for the rest of y'all
 Cause I'm the stereotype...

 So I'm just your typical so-called african-american
 Back in your hair again
 At your door for more free
 butter and cheese, please
 Let me take my cake-cutter
 And tease this buckwheat hairdoo
 To fit the stereotype scenario
 That I gave on my application
 Unemployment information
 Like moms can't find no affordable housin'
 How many kids she got? About thousand
 And everyone got a different daddy
 And I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees
 But before my injury I was fine
 Did everythin' from a jack to a shoeshine
 I was allways down to work then
 Until I got stretched out in the pen
 Now I'm the stereotype...

 So, yeah, i get it all from the big screen
 Showin' black girls hoin' at sixteen
 On the corner outside in the cold half-naked
 Ain't nothin' sacred?
 Cause all they know is what they seein' on daytime dramas
 So now they like teenage grandmas
 Who gotta stop they work and roll
 To the nurse for a purse full of birth control
 And that ain't so proper cause in my hood
 They need to cancel soap-operas
 Cause black females be belivin' all that
 That's why they fall flat
 So young and innocent
 But by the time they reach eighteen
 They been done went crazy, hittin' that P-I-P
 Every Gladys Knight with the silent E
 So I'm the stereotype