watched his back That's the only way To roll on the track But yo Mitch got rushed by the feds last week They snatched by the trunk Of his white Cornice
' bout me My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patty's day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey oh we with the matchin' new wear fitted White
since Elvis Presley To do black music so selfishly And used it to get myself wealthy There's a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers
put me in a state (ooh, state of shock) [Sharp Dressed Man/ZZ Top] Top coat. Top hat. I don't worry, 'cause my wallet's fat. Black shades. White glove
not even break the skin I wear my jeans so low you can see my booty crack got chrome painted rims on my 86'pontiac with fuzzy dice in a rigged up black/white
caught wit a brick told on ya whole click Dats that fuck shit Red rag, blue rag, black rag, yellow flag, Gang bang shit Thats my chick thats my girl you might Call her white
a look I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook I attract more kids than Wonderama Rhymes got more drama, than black momma white
black phobia That's why they tap my black Nokia Black fathers, black mothers, black brothers handcuffed to each other, goin upstate in black buses Black
They said I wouldn't last, I'm the last one (last one) I'm "Still Standing" like the Goodie to the Mo-B In a black hoodie, it's the O.G., you know me (
in my black tee All in your house searchin' For bricks in my black tee Be dressed off in my black tee fitted hat, black gat And some Solja Ree's black rag, black
told me, "Nah, it was proof that the devil do" But still it's like I see something, I hear things I saw words in the white boy's lying rag Said he was
car somethin stacks I now hear me roamin them pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag
meet "Why are you so happy", said the clean white buck "You got no reason to be happy, Mr Time" And Willie would stop and just pop his rag With a Dixie
two face On the right side I got healthy pearly whites On the left side I got a tooth ache I'm Asmodeus but then I'm Master Farah? Black people think I'm a devil White
I pledge allegiance to the rag Of the United Westside Connection And took a W for which it stands One neighborhood, under [Incomprehensible] Invincible
homicide [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got my black flag swinging, and I'm banging on some gutter shit Just got me a spaceship, took it from the government White on white
of New York I'm lawless Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office 'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses When the rag's off it
not a resident Still got my vote in, Farrakhan for president Of white America, I'm tearing ya a new asshole Who's the nigga with the new black Strollin
