[{"id":10547530,"name":"Stereotype","trackName":"Stereotype","artistName":"Kam","albumName":"Neva Again","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Don't call me nigga, whitey...\n\nBig fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken\n2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...\n\nThey say a negro ain't good for nothin' but a show\nTalkin' slang and walkin' with a radio\nDrippin' sweat on basketball courts\nDominatin' but that's at all sports\nOr inventin' a new kind of handshake\nTo get they picture on a box of pancake mix\nSo I kick some hip hop\nAnd go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop\nBut prayin' ain't all we do, see\nNext we play bingo and barbecue\nThem days I could praise the lord and still gamble\nAnd eat more dead meet than little black sambo\nBut I gotta hear a lot of old ladies\nCatchin' the holy ghost most in their 80's\nAnd I don't wanna hear no yellin'\nNaw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon\nCause I'm the stereotype...\n\nThey think all black folks look alike\nWe either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike\nOr up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood nervous\nSo I get poor service\nWherever I go they steady tryin' to put jackets on me\nCause I ain't one of they fake-ass homies\nNaw, I'm just a negro who knows what's jumpin'\nSo they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin'\nWhen I go to the store or out to eat\nLadies start puttin' purses by they feet\nPullin' a mace out they bras like one-time\nWaitin' on some crime\nFor me to commit so they can unload\nThat's how tricks get floored\nY'all can't let y'all imaginations\nGet the best of y'all\nAnd that goes for the rest of y'all\nCause I'm the stereotype...\n\nSo I'm just your typical so-called african-american\nBack in your hair again\nAt your door for more free\nbutter and cheese, please\nLet me take my cake-cutter\nAnd tease this buckwheat hairdoo\nTo fit the stereotype scenario\nThat I gave on my application\nUnemployment information\nLike moms can't find no affordable housin'\nHow many kids she got? About thousand\nAnd everyone got a different daddy\nAnd I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees\nBut before my injury I was fine\nDid everythin' from a jack to a shoeshine\nI was allways down to work then\nUntil I got stretched out in the pen\nNow I'm the stereotype...\n\nSo, yeah, i get it all from the big screen\nShowin' black girls hoin' at sixteen\nOn the corner outside in the cold half-naked\nAin't nothin' sacred?\nCause all they know is what they seein' on daytime dramas\nSo now they like teenage grandmas\nWho gotta stop they work and roll\nTo the nurse for a purse full of birth control\nAnd that ain't so proper cause in my hood\nThey need to cancel soap-operas\nCause black females be belivin' all that\nThat's why they fall flat\nSo young and innocent\nBut by the time they reach eighteen\nThey been done went crazy, hittin' that P-I-P\nEvery Gladys Knight with the silent E\nSo I'm the stereotype","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stereotype\n  artist: Kam\n  album: Neva Again\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Don't call me nigga, whitey...\n\n  Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken\n  2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...\n\n  They say a negro ain't good for nothin' but a show\n  Talkin' slang and walkin' with a radio\n  Drippin' sweat on basketball courts\n  Dominatin' but that's at all sports\n  Or inventin' a new kind of handshake\n  To get they picture on a box of pancake mix\n  So I kick some hip hop\n  And go to church sunday to hit me a flip-flop\n  But prayin' ain't all we do, see\n  Next we play bingo and barbecue\n  Them days I could praise the lord and still gamble\n  And eat more dead meet than little black sambo\n  But I gotta hear a lot of old ladies\n  Catchin' the holy ghost most in their 80's\n  And I don't wanna hear no yellin'\n  Naw, I just kick it and finnish this watermelon\n  Cause I'm the stereotype...\n\n  They think all black folks look alike\n  We either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike\n  Or up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood nervous\n  So I get poor service\n  Wherever I go they steady tryin' to put jackets on me\n  Cause I ain't one of they fake-ass homies\n  Naw, I'm just a negro who knows what's jumpin'\n  So they be actin' like I'm tryin' to steal somethin'\n  When I go to the store or out to eat\n  Ladies start puttin' purses by they feet\n  Pullin' a mace out they bras like one-time\n  Waitin' on some crime\n  For me to commit so they can unload\n  That's how tricks get floored\n  Y'all can't let y'all imaginations\n  Get the best of y'all\n  And that goes for the rest of y'all\n  Cause I'm the stereotype...\n\n  So I'm just your typical so-called african-american\n  Back in your hair again\n  At your door for more free\n  butter and cheese, please\n  Let me take my cake-cutter\n  And tease this buckwheat hairdoo\n  To fit the stereotype scenario\n  That I gave on my application\n  Unemployment information\n  Like moms can't find no affordable housin'\n  How many kids she got? About thousand\n  And everyone got a different daddy\n  And I had to quit my job cause of my bad knees\n  But before my injury I was fine\n  Did everythin' from a jack to a shoeshine\n  I was allways down to work then\n  Until I got stretched out in the pen\n  Now I'm the stereotype...\n\n  So, yeah, i get it all from the big screen\n  Showin' black girls hoin' at sixteen\n  On the corner outside in the cold half-naked\n  Ain't nothin' sacred?\n  Cause all they know is what they seein' on daytime dramas\n  So now they like teenage grandmas\n  Who gotta stop they work and roll\n  To the nurse for a purse full of birth control\n  And that ain't so proper cause in my hood\n  They need to cancel soap-operas\n  Cause black females be belivin' all that\n  That's why they fall flat\n  So young and innocent\n  But by the time they reach eighteen\n  They been done went crazy, hittin' that P-I-P\n  Every Gladys Knight with the silent E\n  So I'm the stereotype\n"}]