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Albums:

Poor Boy Boogie: Willie & The Poor Boys Anthology (Willie and the Poor Boys) · Poor Boy Boogie: Willie & The Poor Boys Anthology (Willie and the Poor Boys) · Jack Good's Six-Five Special! Versus Jack Good's Oh Boy! (Jack Good) · Eponymous (R.E.M.) · Opus Eponymous (Ghost) · Opus Eponymous (Ghost) · Eponymous: 1981-1983 (The Alarm) · Eponymous (R.E.M.) · Eponymous (The Midway State) · Life of a Poor Boy: RCA Country Hits 1958-1972 (Stonewall Jackson) – and 90 other albums »


look back
Strength from the heart, walk on by
That's alright, that's alright
White boy say, yr just fine
First to the last, take it okay
Momma don't
till they ris' it
For Larry was always the lad

When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend
Vesre 1: 

I jack 3 niggas do ya math dats 6 nuts and dat fo fo duece sitin on 4's wit white guts and a nice cut i no niggas dont like us in are dickies
yourself back into slavery willingly
It's not black and white, it’s so much more
It’s the rich stayin rich and the poor stayin poor
The poor white’s meth,
eyes out, just to get the red out
If you be a nigga or a white boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop junkie
Serial killa, frosted flakes
Fucked up in the head
crime pays 

"Jack you motherfuckers" 
"Jack you motherfuckers" 
"Wake up and go for what you know" 
"Everybody's got to make a living" 
"Boy I'm
died

Oh they took John Henry to the White House
And they buried him in the sand
Every locomotive come roarin' by
Says there lies a steel drivin'
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man

So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man

So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
I mean, white rapper
There's so many of us now
White people like rap now
Ah, ah, yeah

[Chorus x2] 

Slick Rick The Ruler, where's the vocals
of this hip hop genre,
Bitch!

Slaughterhouse!

Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally
Wrapped her up like the arms in a be	-boy stance
Recognize moms I'm one of your sons I'm hip-hop
In the form of Channel Live and KRS-One
Representin MC's
into a nine-year-old Hindu boy, get rid of your wife,
And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack, see you
cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the bottle is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty showed age every day
But her sinister end helped her keep age
you bump that 
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat" 

[Wild Child] 
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
whether the in was out
No doubt, tip your glass, let the white wine soar
It might taste so-you're to a tongue that's poor
She want to know if I gotta
I got plenty crew
(I take out white boys that's scary)  (BOO!)
Yeah I'm the nigga that said it
And I'm sorry that I can't regret it
but it's a proven
on the floor
I don't like boy rappers
All mark for death like the pipe boy hatcher
I'm the rasist white boy rappin'
Gut money, look, I just despize toy
eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand

Goddamn the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of snow caps
know what this is man
Hey Bun! Pimp see nigga!

[T.I.]
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off,
read poor and white
And all the rappers I idolize tell me that I’m never right
Now my skin is light and I ain't fitting in
I’m on the outside of hip
suit and thing. Love is all I bring inna the party. 
Party respect to yardie it's a rude, boy. 
Type inna everybody. White, Black, to Chinie pass
understand 
Yes you can 
Rush, shake the van 
And catch the Ice Cream Man 
They know me 
As the loyal citizen 
The boy who visited 
Hot 
But
goodie
You don't want no drug boy
He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant
Don't get too comfortable
You ain't gon be here too long
G's get locked up
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin
Jolly, fat, white men get paid when