Negro Wit An Ego Lyrics by Salt N Pepa

Negro Wit An Ego Lyrics

    Here we go (yo), i'm a negro with an ego
    So? don't tell me what i'm doin' is illegal
    No, i resort to violence only when provoked
    Contrary to rumors, i'm no joke
    If i sound hard it's because i'm pee-ed off
    And do you wanna know why? go 'head, tell 'em, salt
    All right, let me explain what upset me
    No, we ain't tryin' to be sexy
    Dismiss is quick with a miss like a tongue
    Cuz i'd run if i was a chick, pick up a hit list
    And i'm-a kick it like this

    The word is out, you played me out
    I won't scream and shout, straighten it out now
    Don't lie and spy, stop tryin' to connive me
    Slow your roll, you don't even know me
    I'm not a militant, but i'm equivilant
    To an activist, all i'm after is cheer among all
    I don't care if they're big or small, short or tall
    We've got to stand to fall, ain't that right, y'all?

    Now all i can talk about is what i know
    And all i know about is what i witness
    What i witness is what i see
    Me, way below status quo cuz i'm a negro with an ego
    Yo, that don't go

    Chorus
    Put some faith in your race
    Put some faith in your race (repeat)

    I'm black, and i'm proud to be a
    African-american soul sister
    Usin' my mind as a weapon, a lethal injection
    And oh yes, i'm the best in whatever i do
    I do better, i'm clever
    I never half-step ask salt or pepa
    We're partners in rhyme, one of a kind
    This affair is rare, and you will never find
    Another like me, gimme the mic, it's mine
    Keep your mitts off this, yo, salt, it's time
    To let the public know the subject of the show
    Is what america calls a negro with an ego
    Yo, that don't go, that's a negative so...

    Chorus

    Porche, benz, and bm's are all suitable
    For people who sell pharmacuticles
    That's a stereotype, that's the hype
    Don't ask me why i have an attitude (all right)
    When i drop a nine-eleven on my 200c
    The cops are surprised to see a minority
    Behind the wheel of this car, it must be narcotics
    How else could she have got it?
    A brown-skinned female with two problems to correct
    Wrong color, wrong sex

    Sometimes i feel the real deal is to be a rebel
    But that would bring me down to their level
    I won't settle for that, it's unacceptable
    Cuz salt and pepa's always very respectable
    Sometimes we get crazy and outta hand
    But it's all in the fun of makin' everybody dance
    I'm proud of who and what i am so call me a negro with an ego
    And get ready to go blow for blow

    Chorus

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