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You know we keep that white girl (Hey!), Christina Aguilera (owh, owh, owh!)
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya (owh, owh, owh!)
I need
done to me 
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me 
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that 
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks
a waist deep champagne moment of truth
And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt
I give a shout out so where you at
But don't get souped Mathew
Malegego, malegego, malegego, malegego
Woy, me seh me a littla darta
By de name of Marge

She says to me you are de one in charge
Tek out de car out of de
Pickin' and a pullin' white cotton by the tons
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold

I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder
And then I take one again
The rest of me surely is what you want
Wait a minute who is this
He needs a psychiatrist
Either that or I do give me strength
(Would do If I knew the way
You know we keep that white girl (Hey!), Christina Aguilera (owh, owh, owh!)
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya (owh, owh, owh!)
I need
x-ray vision helps me see through the layers
Of you fakes, phonies, lies and deception
Ask Matt Hall if you need a life lesson

[Chorus]

I've been
Between the dogs, my mommas calls
Is it against the law
For me to get what I need

[Chorus:]
A good friend and a glass of wine
Someone to say it's
it white 
You say go left 
But I know it's right 
No matter where we go 
Be it through the highs or lows 
I will be by Your side 
Cause You and I
toes
Don't want the truth and it goes to show

I got a joker up my sleeve
I know what to believe
It ain't right just because
It's in black and white
got methedrine but
I want marijuana
I don 't want to drive home
Not in my condition
So I ask my friend Matt
To handle the ignition
In wild America
You know we keep that white girl (Hey!), Christina Aguilera (owh, owh, owh!)
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya (owh, owh, owh!)
I need
By the Somalian shore

I'm white hot
Yes I'm burning to the core
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain

I can remember the nights by the sea in Tripoli
and white, white

Having flashes in my mind
Can’t take the ticking of time
The time that’s passing by

This time I finally need a light, a light
Tired
By the Somalian shore

I'm white hot
Yes I'm burning to the core
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain

I can remember the nights by the sea in Tripoli
the wall
But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers
And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers
Housekeeping, I mean goddamn
One time, let it be a bad
Of an economy sized mouse trap
I dedicate this to Matt Doo (thank you)
My name is El-P, I produce and I rap too

You're not promised tomorrow
You're not promised
Matt]

Death walks at my right hand, and there's a knife-blade in my left
Turning living into dying, soon to be friends and mourners crying
One for the road, this is one for the road
For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road
Tura lura lura, tura lura li
Tura lura lura, that's an Irish
done to me 
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me 
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that 
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks
still don't know, professor man,
I'll tell you what I need

well I know the planets well,
The year of the first telescope
And tycho named that dimple
want marijuana
I don 't want to drive home
Not in my condition
So I ask my friend Matt
To handle the ignition
In wild America
In wild America
Wild
place.
Trying to convince freshmen they're somebody
By spending all of their parents' money on kegstands
And Matt says I don't fit in.

All this
and white 
Inside information, taken down note by note 
A silent footstep, that's all she wrote 
Shit, that's all she wrote 
No need to worry, the baby's