[Kool Keith:]

Yeah...

Fuck this whole shit, all the indian look

And everybody dressed like they from Pakistan

Th-th-th-they, dressed like they from Pakistan

Th-th-th-they, dressed like they from Pakistan

Fuck this whole shit, all the indian look

And everybody dressed like they from Pakistan

Th-th-th-they, dressed like they from Pakistan

Th-th-th-they, dressed like they from Pakistan



Suckers! Pack yo' shit

Pack yo' shit, pack, pack-pack yo' shit



All you motherfuckers tryin to be Al Green

Muh'fuckers are weak

Pack yo' shit - motherfuckers tryin to be Al Green

Pack yo' shit - Al Green, Al Green

All you motherfuckers tryin to be Al Green

Muh'fuckers are weak

Pack yo' shit, pack yo' shit - motherfuckers tryin to be Al Green

Pack yo'.. pack yo' shit

Suckers! Suckers!

Suckers! Suckers!



Muh'fuckers, grabbin a guitar

Like they Tracy Chapman or some shit

Suckers, pack yo' shit



From St. Louis to the Maine

Don't fight the feeble shit, the feeble split

Check yo' shit



Fee-fee-fee, fee-fee-feeble



Muh'fuckers, grabbin a guitar

Like they Tracy Chapman or some shit



P-pa-pa-pa-pa-pack yo' shit [x5]



Check yo' shit



Suckers, yeah...

P-pa-pa-pa-pa-pack yo' shit [x2]



When I come through, that's right like a tractor trailer

You get off the ship and walk to motherfuckin 42nd street

like a motherfuckin sailor

All you motherfuckers tryin to be Al Green

All you motherfuckers tryin to be Al Green

Muh'fuckers are weak