Lyrics:
right
You think of my name now whenever you say, "Hi"
Became a commodity because I'm W-H-I-T-E
'Cause MTV was so friendly to me
Can't wait 'til Kim
the tuxedos and black and white every day
Used to watch my momma get down on her knees and
Pray
She's the reason that I'm even writing this song
Ghetto Woman no
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
coming down
And no, I'm not afraid, but you need to be and especially when you see what's coming up
Because as a man soweth, the same shall he also reap
gets enough
Underlined in marketing campaigns
I feel undermined
Heard the "n" word promotes the bottom line
Down by the river there's a great divide
Won't change give up that life
Someone always gets in the hood
In the hood, in the hood
For gangsters
Everyone's banging, wannabe bangers
By these
of y'all niggas out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings!
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I'm been in 'em by myself
Locked up I
already got, two cars in the yard that don't run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you?
Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I
and a scope on dope
thinkin' he's the great white hope
Motherfucker levels off
he want to see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
Cause Columbus University is
[Dr. dooom]
Yo, fuck octagon!
Don't ask me about that fuckin' shit
Fuckin' ask me about that fuckin' shit again!
I ain't doin' that type of shit
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
promenade it down the line
Plenty off duck, well long (?) on white
So (?) plant it to your right
Now the sachet (?) hello met country ham
under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy
And bang for my niggas locked
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
Where's that gal with the red dress on? Some folks called her Dinah
Stole my heart away from me, way down in Louisiana
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
We always wear this great big smile, never do look sour
Travel all over the country, playing by the hour
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I'm been in 'em by myself
Locked up I
my own
Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker
You can drink all the liquor down at Costa Rica
Ain't nobody's business but my own
You can ride a great
a German Nazi
Startled by the bases hittin' ground
There's no trippin' on mine, I'm just gettin' down
Sparkamatic, I'm hangin' tight like a fanatic
And they're all real happy
A couple of year go by
She's going to see the doctor
It's just a regular checkup (oh no)
Plus she thinks she might be
If you can't buy groceries
'Cause you put your check down on a big screen
You ain't right
And you're in your thirties without a job
And your
mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit
Nigga you tell me,
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