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VERSE 1:
All my brothas at a party
…havin’ a good time
You can sense it – somethin’ freaky
…is heavy on their minds
The D.J.’s beats – pumpin’ higher
Than ecstasy and blow
These brothas boots gon’ sho’ be knockin’
Tonight behind the do’
Puerto Rican, Black & freaky
Damn, they lookin’ fine
Stepped to the bar, copped me a drink and…
Searched for my next high
Just as my last drop of courage trickled down my throat
I saw this fine-ass Puerto Rican (This muthafucka’s dope!)
I swaggered over to his corn’r to see what he’s about
But then he spoke (Damn, I’m disgusted!)
His purse fell out his mouth
CHORUS:
What’s all the trickery?
What’s all the trickery?
What’s all the trickery in the land?
What’s all the trickery?
What’s all the trickery?
I just want a dude to be a man
VERSE 2:
My high disrupted – I’m disgusted
I find my way outside
Some brotha’s smokin’ – Some brotha’s tokin’
Some lookin’ for a ride
A group of brothas on the corn’r
…one givin’ me the eye
5 foot 9, Thick, one eighty-five, masculine, and fine
I called him over to my corn’r
…to see what he’s about
But then he spoke (His grill was busted!)
And his purse fell out his mouth
~CHORUS~
BRIDGE:
This trickery…is killin’ me
I need more than illusion
These brothas be…confusin’ me
Why do they cause such confusion?
~CHORUS~