Lyrics:
the spirits of the great nameless white emcees who came before me:
fred durst
aaron carter
kevin federline
ommm
Chorus (2X)
Chorus double time + Outro
Making money onna road
Stackin up
Every destination
So much blue bands
They can't fold
But my eyes red
I been blazing
I can't lose
Blue eyes white
right
What's all this talk that nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
This
Leanin' so hard that I might hurt my back (my back)
Black as hell in Off-White
If she bad, I might get her a flight
Me and Rucci do her good for a night
us back to Tulsa, man
Yeah, look out, Tommy
Little bee sucks the blossom, big bee gets the honey
Darkie raises the cotton, white man gets
Yo
5,6,7 to the 8
Woke up this morning and I'm feeling super great
Hopped out the bed with a smile on a face
Got this roof over my head and this food
as projected all hoe's effected by this style
i mack like goldie
go back like the oldie
much a goodie
pullin R 'n' B bitches wearin hoodies
they dont be knowin
and to and through
As he spilt out his words he was going back and forth and back and forth
He was listing off my sins one by one
And the thing was he was telling
on a cold night
Line after line, know we ain’t on that old white
Keep it tight
Boy I’m the man, rhythm and blues
How my aura looking mixing up the yellow with
And feel the beat
Oh Lord
Let me reach out
To feel Your heart and know
That it's in rhythm with mine
So I reached out and felt life come back into me
So I
Just like Sister Funk, my hot rod has a great trunk (ooh-back-it-up)
You gotta move, gotta groove, gotta light that funky fuse
To know what your worth,
still
Materials can't replace what you lack within, Im still passionate
And every song so different when I hit them with the rhythm
Had to switch it up
dreams is simple
A Gucci pair of jeans round my ankles
So honkey why you scared
When I'm by the ATM?
It's okay, better give him cash than be him
White
it fast pace
Shoe lace, come untied from broke ankes
Betta give it all you got, be great
Crossover, step back, shoot it all in you face
Got that O,
to escape 'cause in this same place I'm not feeling so great
Surrounded by thoughts of these people that hate
With this day and age I'm not feeling so safe
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
away, where it all still lasts
Eyes looking straight, and we never turning back
We gon' be great, gotta stay on track
Summers final days, yeah it went
struggles, young black saviour
Get stabbed in the back like Duncan
Surrounded by all of these goddamn traitors
Nonetheless, I'm good when I stay up all night
up by my feet
Hating niggas need to sit im satisfied
Assisting sending them to satan obviously
Great when we was all casefile free
Maybe we was all
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
His last name is White and he was born black
Freddy is good as they come, always got your back
His last name is Black and he was born white
Kenny is
back, give a fuck about what you wanna call that
New school Terror Squad
Terror gone, terror god
Little white bumps on gold keys
People act like
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