The Nice One
Hey
What's up?
You're Aaron, right?
I am him
They say you're the nice one
Oh yeah?
Yeah, ahaha
When I'm in the hall, the white one's
See me and stop at my locker
"Somebody said you're the nice one"
She ready to go
When the night comes
Maybe we can talk is my offer
"I can really tell you're the nice one"
She ready to go
Rogue Dog Villain
Is the hood that I hang with, the people say "I know y'all killing
Other people", and we so all chilling
Especially in school, never know raw dealing
Even though life only show tall ceilings
That we will never reach, on our souls fall buildings
The white women see us in droves, call squealing
Out of my homies, be one particular bro y'all feeling (A. Yates)
You like it? (Okay, great)
She said I feel like a (safe space)
And would I like to have a (playmate)?
She wanna pick (a day)
When her folks gonna (vacate)
The house for work, go that route to lurk with a few homies who not of (their race)
So the plan came straight out of her mouth
The next day, skip school, go to her house
For a second I start to wonder what the thirst 'bout
She want a black boy to come give her the workout
A whole lot of trust from the jump she got
Gave me the address way up on a honky block
Hope the homies don't leave me hanging like a bungee drop
Tomorrow, a ditch party, let the fun be locked
Here's my address
10am, don't be late
I got four homies I'm bringing with me
Is that cool?
That's fine, we're gonna have a good time
Now we both late
When I'm in the hall, the white one's
See me and stop at my locker
"Somebody said you're the nice one"
She ready to go
When the night comes
Maybe we can talk is my offer
"I can really tell you're the nice one"
She ready to go
Me and my homies on the buses to Southwest
And we plan to get off then break out, yes
Have a day without teachers and without tests
We gon' foot it from here to her house, bet
When we made it to the house near 85th
She had the music loud on some crazy shit
She welcomed us in, now the fun gonna begin
"Can I get that bottle of Boones you babysit?"
My homies in the kitchen eating up the cereal and everything, tripping
Me and her, we just sipping on the couch until her older sister came in the front door straight bitching
Yelling like "They're not supposed to be in here at all!"
Little sister said "Please don't be weird and call our dad"
Her sister left and tearing falls, at the same time her hands nearing balls
Now we in the back, though
For about 30 minutes and her dad show
Pulling up in about four construction trucks
What the fuck, I jumped up in a flash, yo
She tried to run me and my homies to the back door
But three is already coming in with hard hats, oh
Some in the front and coming from the basement
So we breaking the patio sliding door as we dash, go!
Go, go, go, go
Fuck!
Okay, we on the next block, act cool
Gotcha
Oh shit! That's her sisters boyfriend
Keep walking
We're you at the winter trade house?
Nah
Well, her dad, he doesn't like niggers
Me and my dogs on a tight one
Looking out for cops and her papa
In a suburb, the nice one
I'm running fasho
Here I come
Don't stop 'til I got to my block, bruh
Made it to the hood where I'm from
Step daddy can't know
Woke up, rode bus to school
Me and the bros hush, we know stuff, but cool
Keep it closed up, we soldiers for true
Yesterday never rose up 'cause we block stars
Exited the bus and noticed in front of school, bunch of cop cars
But paid it no mind, to the class I am assigned
And knowing whatever drama was not ours
Then the intercom said "Aaron Yates, to the office please"
My nerves lost its ease, a scared and slow walk this needs
Went from hardcore to the softest breed
I walked in the office full of cops, she crying, her daddy yelled out "That's him!
He broke my glass, stole my coin collection and three guns
Went on the run, I couldn't catch them"
I said "I ain't steal a goddamn thang"
And that's right when the cop's slam came
The principal, she made him stop, mam rang
My Muslim step-pops, man, dang!
They told him I was looking at suspension
If they seen us together, no talking, not a mention
Rode the school bus home with stool guts
Get home, I walk into what? Lots of tension!
What's the hell wrong with you?
Got these people calling my phone
What the hell them crackers gon' do for you, huh?
I don't know
Gon' get your ass killed out here
I better not hear shit else from that school
Now, get your ass upstairs!
Any phone calls were like none
Activities stopped like I was in lockup
Punishment for the nice one
No where to go
The white one
The connection dropped
And I got to spend the vacation like none
My summer was slow
The white one's
See me and stop at my locker
"Somebody said you're the nice one"
She ready to go
When the night comes
Maybe we can talk is my offer
"I can really tell you're the nice one"
She ready to go
Look, better to get that ass beat at home than in jail for doing that shit
Ahaha, I was so bad it seem like every Summer I was on punishment
