The Nice One Lyrics
The Nice One - Tech N9ne
Lyrics by：Aaron D. Yates/John P. Winkler
Composed by：Aaron D. Yates/John P. Winkler
Hey
What's up?
You're Aaron right?
I am him
They say you're the nice one
Oh yeah?
Yeah
When I'm in the hall the white one's
See me and stop at my locker
Somebody said you're the nice one
She ready to go
When the night comes
Maybe we can talk is my offer
I can really tell you're the nice one
She ready to go
Rogue Dog Villain
Is the hood that I hang with
The people say I know y'all killing
Other people and we so all chilling
Especially in school never know raw dealing
Even though life only show tall ceilings
That we will never reach on our souls fall buildings
The white women see us in droves call squealing
Out of my homies
Be one particular boy y'all feeling
A Yates
You like it?
Okay great
She said I feel like a safe space
And I would like to have a playmate
She wanna pick a day
When her folks gonna vacate
The house for work
Go that route to lurk
With a few homies who not of their race
So the plan came straight out of her mouth
The next day skip school go to her house
For a second I start to wonder what the thirst 'bout
She want a black boy to come give her the workout
A whole lot of trust from the jump she got
Gave me the address way up on a honky block
Hope the homies don't leave me hanging like a bungee drop
Tomorrow a ditch party let the fun be locked
Here's my address
10 AM don't be late
I got four homies I'm bringing with me
Is that cool?
That's fine we're gonna have a good time
Now we both late
When I'm in the hall the white one's
See me and stop at my locker
Somebody said you're the nice one
She ready to go
When the night comes
Maybe we can talk is my offer
I can really tell you're the nice one
She ready to go
Me and my homies on the buses to Southwest
Then we plan to get off then break out yes
Have a day without teachers and without tests
We gon' foot it from here to her house bet
When we made it to the house near 85 feeth
She had the music loud on some crazy
She welcomed us in now the fun gonna begin
Can I get that bottle of Boones you babysit?
My homies in the kitchen eating up the cereal and everything tripping
Me and her we just sipping on the couch
Until her older sister came in the front door straight
Yelling like they're not supposed to be in here at all
Little sister said please don't be weird and call our dad
Her sister left and tearing falls
At the same time her hands nearing
Now we in the back though
For about 30 minutes and her dad show
Pulling up in about four construction trucks
What the I jumped up in a flash yo
She tried to run me and my homies to the back door
But three is already coming in with hard hats oh
Some in the front and coming from the basement
So we breaking the patio sliding door once we dashed go
Go go go go go
Okay we on the next block act cool
Gotcha
Oh that's her sisters boyfriend
Keep walking
We're you at the Winterdrade house?
Nah
Well her dad he doesn't like
Me and my dogs on a tight one
Looking out for cops and her papa
In a suburb the nice one
I'm running fasho
Here I come
Don't stop 'til I got to my block bruh
Made it to the hood where I'm from
Step daddy can't know
Woke up rode bus to school
Me and the bros hush we know stuff but cool
Keep it closed up we soldiers for true
Yesterday never rose up 'cause we block stars
Exited the bus and noticed in front of school
Bunch of cop cars
But paid it no mind to the class I am assigned
And knowing whatever drama was not ours
Then the intercom said Aaron Yates to the office please
My nerves lost it's ease a scared and slow walk this needs
Went from hardcore to the softest brie
I walked in the office full of cops
She crying her daddy yelled out that's him
He broke my glass stole my coin collection
And three guns went on the run
I couldn't catch them
I said I ain't steal a d**n thang
And that's right when the cop's slam came
The principal she made him stop
Mam rang my Muslim step-pops man dang
They told him I was looking at suspension
If they seen us together no talking not a mention
Rode the school bus home with stool guts
Get home I walk into what?
Lots of tension
What's the hell wrong with you?
Got these people calling my phone
What the hell them crackers gon' do for you huh?
I don't know
Gon' get your killed out here
I better not hear else from that school
Now get your upstairs
Any phone calls were like none
Activities stopped like I was in lockup
Punishment for the nice one
No where to go
The white one
The connection dropped
And I got to spend the vacation like none
My summer was slow
The white one's
See me and stop at my locker
Somebody said you're the nice one
She ready to go
When the night comes
Maybe we can talk is my offer
I can really tell you're the nice one
She ready to go
Look better to get that beat at home
Than in jail for doing that
I was so bad it seem like
Every Summer I was on punishment