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(whitey, whitey)...it's my lovePunk rock the scar, disco to bluesYo, my blue seude shoes got stepped onSlept on, the style that I hustleYou wanna flex then punk make a muscleI'm (whitey, whitey)...yeah, that's rightSome of y'all kiddies wanna act uptightComin' to the party tryin' to spark up fightsI'm puttin' out lights, boy, 'cause I'm (whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...)I'm whiter than crack, I'm harder than drugsI'm smarter than thugs, I'm hotter than slugsI'm faster than sound, I came to get down, boy, don't fuck aroundYou'll catch a beat down it's comin' from(whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...)What, you thought I stopped rhymin' 'cause I started signin'Pickin' on a six-string, wrist bling blingin'Name's bell ringin' from coast to coastYou're rollin' with the one that rocks the mostI'm (whitey, whitey, whitey...)Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordyThreats to the right, amigos to the left of mePart of me's hellish, part of me's heavenly (whitey, whitey, whitey...)Boy, that's my name, I don't do it for the wealth, I don't do it for the fameI do it for the health and I do it for the spiritDon't speak the lyric if you can't hear it (whitey, whitey, whitey...)If it ain't from the heart than it can't be artIf you ain't got proof than it can't be truthIf it ain't got legs than it can not runIf it ain't never started than it can't be doneI'm (whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...)
(whitey, whitey)...it's my lovePunk rock the scar, disco to bluesYo, my blue seude shoes got stepped onSlept on, the style that I hustleYou wanna flex then punk make a muscleI'm (whitey, whitey)...yeah, that's rightSome of y'all kiddies wanna act uptightComin' to the party tryin' to spark up fightsI'm puttin' out lights, boy, 'cause I'm (whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...)I'm whiter than crack, I'm harder than drugsI'm smarter than thugs, I'm hotter than slugsI'm faster than sound, I came to get down, boy, don't fuck aroundYou'll catch a beat down it's comin' from(whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...)What, you thought I stopped rhymin' 'cause I started signin'Pickin' on a six-string, wrist bling blingin'Name's bell ringin' from coast to coastYou're rollin' with the one that rocks the mostI'm (whitey, whitey, whitey...)Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordyThreats to the right, amigos to the left of mePart of me's hellish, part of me's heavenly (whitey, whitey, whitey...)Boy, that's my name, I don't do it for the wealth, I don't do it for the fameI do it for the health and I do it for the spiritDon't speak the lyric if you can't hear it (whitey, whitey, whitey...)If it ain't from the heart than it can't be artIf you ain't got proof than it can't be truthIf it ain't got legs than it can not runIf it ain't never started than it can't be doneI'm (whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...)
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