(Whitey, Whitey)...It's my love Punk rock the scar, disco to blues Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on Slept on, the style that I hustle You wanna flex then punk make a muscle I'm (Whitey, Whitey)...Yeah, that's right Some of y'all kiddies wanna act uptight Comin' to the party tryin' to spark up fights I'm puttin' out lights, boy, 'cause I'm (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...) I'm whiter than crack, I'm harder than drugs I'm smarter than thugs, I'm hotter than slugs I'm faster than sound, I came to get down, boy, don't fuck around You'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 coast You're rollin' with the one that rocks the most I'm (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...) Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordy Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me Part 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 fame I do it for the health and I do it for the spirit Don'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 art If you ain't got proof than it can't be truth If it ain't got legs than it can not run If it ain't never started than it can't be done I'm (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
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