Lyrics:
high and mighty
But you're h- and as mighty as seniors in tighty-whities
Have no issues with the L, G, B people at all
But when Ts and beyond want
free now
And He bled out so I'm bleeded up
And He bled out so I'm bleeded up
I'm bleeded up, no typo
And I'm cleansed by the blood like a white coat
You
Knockouts an' craps
Frum totin Tech-9's
2 shankin on da main line
Timez iz hard we all caught up in da struggle
Whites, Blacks, Mexicans it's trouble
and Coutura
20s, 50s, hundreds
Nigga that's all up in my money grip
We chewin like it's double mint
That 40 got a double clip
Automatic magnum like a condom
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
Lorrie laughs like she just don't care
Got a red bandana and raven hair
Sitting in the corner at The Mercury
Cowboy killers in a plain white tee
Walk in wit the fye
I don't count the caliber unless it's forty-five
Dressed in all white
Got 3 bitches by my side
If you can't go then get behind
If
Dressed in old torn grey rags
He tries to keep himself warm.
The icy white long beard
Dances in the hard winter storm.
His hands which once wielded
wanna say
"BAOW" and get ya crew amped up
Cause now-a days a "BAOW" is really all
It take for the gas to start
I've mastered arts
I say I'm the devil in
I've never seen such teeth
It covers up all your [Incomprehensible]
I wonder what's underneath
Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell your
(mama)
Put a hundred racks in my mama's savings (racks)
Fuck all that bullshit, keep me a full clip (fuck it)
Dressed in all white like some cool whip
of suit's show
For the dough bro
And some white folk playing polo
Economy up and down, yo yo
Still make the peak
Couple of cash gigs stretch like elastic
at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its
Yeah, dope, whoa, go skrrt, skrrt, yeah, yeah
34 for that work, work, yeah, yeah (all white bricks)
Dope fiend got a pipe dream, yeah
Serve my
it when she make her ass wiggle like jello
Then I slide that thong over make the pussy say hello
Couple white black bitches one thats yellow
And all
And I'm all by myself cause niggas be lame
Niggas be mad cause I'm running my bag up
Got kicked out so I had to run my bands up
Got thick hoes talking bout
Our Christmas Tree is up in lights
Christmas Christmas Christmas Time
The world is dressed in white
Bridge:
Jesus born to save the world
So, cheer up
That's surrounded by trees
Shame
Shame
Shame
I don't wanna see the city anymore
It's too boring and plain
It's not enough
I just need more
Shame
Shame
spirits bright!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every night, oh...
Harry:
For chrissake, rhonda! have you no shame?
Thing-fish:
Y'all make up
current location
Where is that, you may ask? Well...
Somewhere where the sky is blue, the sun is bright
The water is crystal clear
The sand is white
your toes
All the way up to your throat
You Begin getting taken to
Allah for your report
It won't be good
As he calls you by the worst names
And returns
y'all
Who talk like a man of God, pearly teeth, white smile
Slither in the shadows with an alternate lifestyle
He better pipe down, shut up, put your mic
Bad man I'am not owned by no white man
Bad man dressed in all black like I’m batman
Whipping da white like I’m tryna get payback
For what the white
Bizare nights move on the grace of a lost light
All them horney whites feeling like Christ with the army
Tight cons be writing all my life
It's based
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