Lyrics~How Many Times?      

*chorus* How many times will I ask myself why,how many times? How many times will I ask myself why,how many times will I cry? *end chorus,chorus again* How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass. How bout I stop my car,and beat ya fuckin ass? How many times will my neighbour beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife. Fuckin drunk,swingin his fists about. Why don't you wait till he sleeps,then take him out? How many times will I sit in a hot care? Traffic jam,been sittin for a fuckin hour. Must be an accident,I hope nobody died,Finally get there,and the crash is on the other side! The gawkers roll by and creep slow. Hopin they can see a mangled body show. Some park,and stand there and watch it all. With their kids,they point,and fuckin stare! (and just look!) I remember one time I was pulled over,handcuffed,the cop was like,shows over. People watchin,hopin that he shoots met,I just wanted to choke their fuckin heads! *chorus w/ ad lib,chorus* How many times will I wait in a line,it's three-thirty,I fuckin got here at nine. I'm finally up to the front,can't wait another minute. Why am I here? To pay a fucking parking ticket. The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin bitch,no smiles,no help,you're just a piece of shit. I'm gettin pissed,calm down,fuck it,forget it. Back to my car,and there it is,another ticket! How many times will a crackhead smoke crack? And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack,give him money,again,he's comin back! Walk away,and here's another,"gimmie crack." How many times will a kid give a dirty look,a little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook? I wrote the book,I was out robbin liquor stores,when you were just a nut stain in ya momma's drawers. *chorus w/ vocal ad lib,chorus*  How many times will you steal my car stereo,it don't even work,ya feel like a bitch,don't ya? I vaccuum all the fuckin glass off from my seat,I sit down,and got a piece stuck in my butt-cheek. How many times did I walk in,and just sit,and have to listen and learn all this bullshit? Learnin history and science,fuckin wait,knowin that,will that put food on my plate? Yeah,can I walk into McDonalds,into the counter. And tell em you can make limestone from gun powder. Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit? Fuck no,fuck you,and shut your fuckin lip! How many times will a judge decide my fate,who is he? A bitch! Nothin great. He takes shits,and fuck his old floppy wife. Plays with his balls and judges my life! (And who the fuck is he? He judges my life!) *chorus w/ ad lib,chorus,chorus,chorus* Dawn,I peels caps all day long,mafacka. They call me the big wheela,cap peela,know what I'm sayin? I run this whole mafacka. The whole block,dawg. They call me the King. The big King. King killa big wheela cap peela,yeah. That's what they call me round this mafacka. I run this bitch. I got this bitch locked down. I'm a big gang banga man. I'm a gang banga mafacka. See,they ain't think that we was gang bangin out in this neighbourhood,but they don't know bout me and my clique,dawg. And if you all wanna be down,shit,we can sit down and talk,ya know what I'm sayin. BOBBY GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK!!! Uh,here I come! Aw,dawg,I gotta go man. But look,meet me here tomorrow after school. Oh,wait,I got yearbook. Alright,meet me here around five-thirty tomorrow dawg. Aight guys,peace. I hope he doesn't get grounded man. Yeah,me too,cuz then we couldn't be gang bangaz.