Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin' brew   I gotta go down to the store with the two   Oriental one-penny countin' motherfuckers   They make a nigga mad enough to cause a little ruckus      Thinkin' every brother in the world's out to take   So they watch every damn move that I make   They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob   They funky little store, but bitch, I got a job      {Look you little Chinese motherfucker   I ain't tryin' to steal none of yo' shit, leave me alone}      Yo yo, check it out   So don't follow me, up and down your market   Or your little chop suey ass will be a target of the nationwide boycott   Juice with the people, that's what the boy got      So pay respect to the black fist   Or we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp   And then we'll see ya   'Cause you can't turn the ghetto, into Black Korea      Asshole, fuck you