[Verse 1]

Nineteen-ninety, cop rave

Startled rookie, shot Dave

A rally cry, shock wave

Their civil liberties not saved

'Cause they do more sighting and shooting

Enough to put that lightning in a mood swing

The doctor bill I never paid

Your mother under a slender blade

Underfunded Medicaid

Die alone in a rented cage

Slamming those dominoes on the dinner table

Waving a gun barrel sticking out of the farms in the Winnebagos

Cinemax movie guide

John Burroughs Junior High

I cannot afford to die

Superfly on the future high

Chronicle the decline of all real niggas

The message remain, stick to them losers that can deal with ya

Over aged severance package

A young buck in a denim jacket

Backhand it with a tennis racket

For preppy kids master them[?] on expensive rackets

'Cause we still doing this for Anna Mae

I can't remain silent, y'all treat the gang violence like it's anime

[Chorus]

So, it's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin')

It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin')

We make love with the windows open

Griot self-medicating with the indo smokin'

It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin')

It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin')

We make love with the windows open

Griot self-medicating with the indo smokin'

[Verse 2]

Distort the law [?] and niggas

Reporting all dreamers and [?] repeat offenders in office

And eating chicken tenders with former senators

And you said that's been tumble dry

And make you working poor eat that humble pie

My understudy's my young apprentice

We teach them to fuck with a grimace

Plucking spinach [?]

With slum tenants succumbing to vengeance

'Cause the black mind's always a threat to business

So my niggas stay cramming hard for them corrective lenses

But nobody wanna be no trouble

For a nigga who could be a body double for Barney Rubble

Throw a party on the Hubble then Bacardi for a couple

If you got the most so nobody can bust your economic bubble

[?] under the rubble because you couldn't figure the puzzle

Yeah, I'm in a shuffle

Back in the day I would handle the duffel

Now I be digging my grave with a shovel

'Cause I'm in a job that's not on my level

Not on my level, get on my level

Motherfucker know I spit like the devil

Up in the [?] making that booty pop

That's nineteen-ninety-three

That's how you define a G

Your heart's part of me

My art's all free

So fuck getting a brush[?]

'Cause enough's not enough

I'm outside

[Chorus]

It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin')

It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin')

We make love with the windows open

Griot self-medicating with the indo smokin'

It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin')

It's like we fuckin' in public (We fuckin')

We make love with the windows open

Griot self-medicating with the indo smokin'

[Outro]

So in love that we can only make it known

So in love that we can't keep it to ourselves

So in love, oh she loves me