1, 2, 3...Slam!

Okay, here's the story about my mom and dad

One was white, and one was black

I bet you think you're glad

l'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan

I don't know what the hell i'm on so 1, 2... 1, 2, 3 slam

Kinky hair when I wake up

It straight when i go to bed

My dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said

My mother she's a honkey, my dad's kentucky fried

I don't know what the hell i'm on so 1, 2... 1, 2, 3 slam

Back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side

It's hot dogs on friday nights, the chicken's country fried

My dad says ("yo boy") pass the peas

My mom says "pass the squash"

I need something to ease the pain

So i'll go downtown and get some downers

Your goin' down (down)

Your goin' down (down)

Your goin' down baby, down baby

Take me down

Whoah, man, i'm a little bit slow but i've got to get up somehow

Got no money just a good idea

Let me tell you how, I'll steal my parents credit cards

Oh, yes i'll rip them off

I'll go downtown to where dad works and get myself some cocaine

Now i'm high, and i'm not shy i'll get it off my chest

My mom is white, she's always right, she thinks she's the best

My dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golf

I don't know what the hell I am so 1, 2... 1, 2, 3 slam

Slam, slam, slam

1, 2, 1, 2, 3 stop