Intro: F#m G G F#m F#m I used to hump my pillow at night F#m - G The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light G F#m Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten And the highest number got to be my pillow's pretend Now I apologize to every high ranker But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you I never had the courage to approach you at school We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool But I was just covering up All the insecurities that came bubbling up My complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut, like the time you Flavor Flav'd me and you played me "Yo Chuck, They say you're too black, man." I think I'm too black Mom , do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black I think I'm too black, I think I'm too black, black, black, black, black Black Stacey They called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey In polka dots and paisley, A double goose and Bally shoes, You thought it wouldn't phase me I was Black Stacey The preacher's son from Haiti Who rhymed a lot and always got The dance steps at the party I was Black Stacey You thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'Cause I was just a kid I used to use bleaching creme 'Til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams I dreamt of being white and complimented by you, But the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes Now, I apologize for bottling up All the little things you said that warped my head and my gut Even though I always told you not to brag About the fact that your great grand mother was raped by her Slave master Yeah, I became militant too So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you I turned you on to Malcolm X and Assata Shakur Iin the three quarter elephant goose with the fur I had the high top fade Wwith the steps on the side I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride I had the sheep skin, name belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash, Roscoe's chicken and waffle. Black Stacey They called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey In polka dots and paisley, A double goose and Bally shoes, You thought it wouldn't phase me I was Black Stacey The preacher's son from Haiti Who rhymed a lot and always got The dance steps at the party I was Black Stacey You thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'Cause I was just a kid Stick up, ha ha ha stick up Stick up, ha ha ha stick up They say I'm too black They say I'm too black Hold up, y'all Here we go Now here's a little message for you All you balla playas got some insecurities too That you could cover up, bling it up Cash in and ching ching it up Hope no one will bring it up Lock it down and string it up Or you can share your essence with us 'Cause everything about you couldn't be rugged and ruff And even though you tote a glock and you're hot on the streets If you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heads to its beat And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove that A player like you could keep it honest and true Don't mean to call your bluff but mothafucka that's what I do You got platinum chain then, son, I'm probably talking to you And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew And while you're at it, get them addicts and the indigent, too I plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through To load their guns with songs they haven't sung, like, Black Stacey They called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey In polka dots and paisley, A double goose and Bally shoes, You thought it wouldn't phase me I was Black Stacey The preacher's son from Haiti Who rhymed a lot and always got The dance steps at the party I was Black Stacey You thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'Cause I was just a kid Black Stacey They called me Black Stacey I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey They call me Black Stacey Ah, Black Stacey Ooh, Black Stacey Ooh, Black Stacey Move Black Stacey Shake Black Stacey Make Black Stacey Cry, cry No, not I.
