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Song Parodies -> "Three-Fifths"

Original Song Title:

"Shook Ones"

Original Performer:

Mobb Deep

Parody Song Title:


Parody Written by:

Z-Police Productions, Inc.

The Lyrics

What's up, folks!, Bros!
Yeah, to all the racists and a hundred silly blurters
Yo we got the real things, know I'm saying, equally love us
For real white folks who ain't got no smiles
Love us equally
No doubt No doubt, bros, Let's start this, start this now!
Just ride in back, I'll take the wheel, bro
Check this out, whites
Word up, say to them white folks, check this out, it's important

[[1st Verse]]:
We were loaded onto slave ships, we were the new humans
Y'all heard of us, the great new Black Folks among y'all.
We taught you how to do much stuff, recall!
All the times when we got robbed of things great to us
For all of whites who wanna insult and rant
Chopped off all our hands, censor us from your good films
You just don't know about sharing, white man!
The white man for himself on this land, he be shooting
And keep them black folks frightened, like they don't exist
Blacks invented stuff taken by white folks
Blacks can stare him in their face, white man's own disgrace
Many white folks just turn their big backs on you
Just leaving Blacks and such
Stop the race wars, bro, we are one big world
Whites can put their own people against black folks and
I guarantee whites, it'll be your greatest big ol' downfall.
Those racist slurs ain't gon' harm me
Y'all old school, we're new school
Y'all are just playing God and don't know crap about living
Don't make me have to move out your nice 'hood
Y'all times are outdated, my preachings'll make you understand
I'm black, great and proud, I am wiser
And when the times come in good, my strong mind comes 'live.
Another racial outburst, another racist storms in
It ain't greater, really, yo bro man, stop the clashing
So we can get our minds off these big racial wars
Still circulating? I don't know, shut them down.
Flashing back when Ray shot the King and subdued him
Seventies, The Uncle Toms still hate some black folks
When some crap hits those fans, you feel a big burning passion
This ain't no circus or a nice situation now
Heed the call now, white folks, think it through
Or the next time we clash may be a problem

Look white folks,
We ain't no three fifths of a human!
Look it good, Look it through, white folks
We ain't no three fifths of a human
Look it good, look it through
Livin' the life that of old slums and gangs
There's numerous things that say that we are one
So some white folks hate us and shame us
Cowardly whites and stupid white folks, white folks
He owns the world son, this is his whole world.

[[2nd Verse]]:
America, I think it's a big ol' prison
Yes, that is true, in sense of Blacks, locked falsely by whites
Bloodshed for a revolution, by Malcolm X's big theology
You don't know that blacks are enslavement
Black folks, they're so honest
Blacks don't have time for whites' ditzy-thinkin' minds
Blacks, they're better than those
Claiming that they own stuff, and they are good peeps
And America is the land of all enslavements
Many years in the ghettos, y'all equality's nothing, bruh
Blacks talked about it, white folks opposed it.
Sometimes, I wonder, did we all come too late
Or are we looking to the things for all that God offered?
We all should doubt on that, cause the time is now
Say all you want whites, leave Blacks alone.
We don't screw up, whites, you know we all live together
Stay off that race stuff whites, you're off the track
"Equality" said the declaration
I'm thinking, staying real got my brain working
I'm hustling, bustin' my ways out of race by dreamin'
Get the clinch, whites, you know we're humans
'Cause as long as we're living, you gon' treat us right
And once we all bond, We will show that we're people!
Get fit quick, give speeches like King, I will hit you up
Consequences, don't be so racist, or else face it!


Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
To all the racists and a hundred silly blurters
For real white folks who ain't got no smiles
Heck yeah, all white folks
Who own everything
To all Black folks, keepin' it real, you known
That's all I'm saying.

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Z-Police Productions, Inc. - August 12, 2021 - Report this comment
Actually the original name of this song is "Shook Ones Part II".

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