Lyrics:

(Blends into intro with dialogue from spike lee's do the right thing)
'Twenty d energizers.'
'Twenty, c energizer? '
'D, not c, d.'
'B energizer? '
'D motherfucker, d! learn to speak english first, alright? d!'
'How many you say? '
'Twenty, motherfucker, twenty.'
'Honey...'
'Mother-fuck you!'
[Ice cube]
Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers
That make a nigga made 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!'
'Mother-fuck you!')
Yo yo, check it out
So don't follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass 'll 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
'I do fuck you!'