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Here them come
The boys in the bright white sports car
Waving their arms in the air
Who do they think they are?
And where did they get that car
get good at the stunts, showing off by the end
Yeah, we'll steal sport cars from our dads
And we'll fail our exams cuz it's cool to be sad
Yeah,
white
My car's a Charger 2006 Hemme, tight tight tight
I'm a d-boy, BOOTCH, I thought you knew
Just like ehhhhhhhhhhh'ry motherfucker in my crew (BEOTCH!)
The blunt, the weed, the hash 

and then white with my friends in the Benz 

Smoke fill the car until I blind my lens 

I lock down my statis, I be
And that new sports car you proceeded to wreck
They say I ought to ask who picked up the check

I can take care of myself
My friends all say I ought
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo-
was a joy boy 
Didn't give a fuck if your face was black 
He'll blow out your back, and say you sold crack 
He'll see you in your car and don't like
eye blink
[Swel] The loose your eyesight, lights bright, even the night's white
       if it's out of my hands and in yours then the mics bite
[Jise]
still

Then all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said boys that's the mark for me
But by then the taillights was
again 
The super dooper trooper, maneuver of smooth wrapped it 
Boo had it, the true jacket, blue patches 
Lie those V-Bombers, now I got three commas 
By
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International,
Show y'all young boys how to do this thing

The maturation
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International,
Show y'all young boys how to do this thing

The maturation
back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
the cars, then we got free
Used to only wanna pull up in a black sport
Just a white man excelling in a black sport
Now I'm really doin' pull ups
Got
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath
Passing cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys this ones marked for me"
the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip

So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set
and pigs, just to feed the white hogs 

No houses, no meals, no seven acres 

Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us 

Now lady heroin
at the hookers auction
Left as a crooked orphan
Wrapped in the sports section
Box score, fake black rubber cock in the top drawer, what

Make this fucking
hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work

(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads

Verse 2: Baby
looked in eyes 
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by another side

[Coolio]
I ain't
swords
T-shirt stravaganza (Franchize dem white tee boys)
Self-made, self-paid
We lounge around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt, will get down to ya
stay focused
And front all the street hustlers
And keeping 'em posted
That white and that blue car
We call 'em the law
And the dirt that my niggas
in my cargo
I get dope by the car load
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so