Stuck Us With a Sucka

Yo, this here Roundboy, welcome to the flip side
Miss Thang Lady Dee gotta story to tell y’all. Sad tale 'bout what happened to
Gang Bang
J.C., kick a beat for the Lady!
Back in the hood, I’m known as Miss Thang
I used to be the leader of a band they called Gang Bang
DJ Jerry C cut the tracks that were funky
Crowds hooked on the jams, addicted like junkies
Dat’s right Dee, those kids was hooked, baby
Yeah, they was suckin' up the Gang Bang like hoes on the crack pipe
Tell 'em what happened next Miss Thang
But our songs they weren’t sellin', no gold records on the wall
When the phone started bellin', we finally got the call
From the big time label known as White Boy Records
They said they’d cut a deal and our words would be heard
On the streets, in the cars, on the air, in the hood
Our songs would be played and the sales would be good
We’d be the biggest thing, no other band could match
We said «That all sounds great but there’s gotta be a catch»
Yeah, there was, too!
Uh huh, you know what they did, those big record fucks, they stuck us with a
sucka
A sucka?
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka
Who’s this sucka they’re talkin' about?
Sit back wire head, you’ll find out
Why don’t you pick up the story from here, MC Oreo?
(Oreo, Oreo, Oreo!)
My name is Oreo and I’m cuddly-cold chillin'
A tale must be told, then I’m wuddily-wuh willin'
To tell all of you that the story’s got a villain
Giddly-Glomco is the label that we’re dealin' with
Glomco? I though it were White Boy?
That was just a cover, just a piddly-plop ploy
Them had a piddly-plan, them was jumpin' for joy
Them knew they had us trapped, now our frontman is a toy
By a toy, he means the sucka was a robot (Right)
That was the catch that we didn’t know about
Yeah, but the came through on the green, I’m paid and paid and paid…
Come on, Roundboy, now you’re missing the point
Got your head in the clouds cause some bitch is on your joint
How you gonna face your friends in the hood
When you’re stuck with a sucka, and the sucka’s no good
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka
Wait, you’re talking about me!
That’s right, you bucket of bolts
Corporation built me to be a sucka sell out
I’d be a hit, there’d be no doubt
My wiring was faulty, something gone wrong
I couldn’t tap my feet to the tempo of the song
Got a cyborg brain and my pistons are pumpin'
Can’t find the beat when I’m on the stage jumpin'
My rap is overrated, my servo’s gold plated
It’s my program’s fault that my ego’s inflated
I might be round and I might be slow
I tell ya one thing: the robot’s gotta go
I do like the bitches and I do like the dough
I tell you again: the robot’s gotta go
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka
They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka
Fool