Lyrics:
(had to)
He got twenty years to do before he gettin' out
Bein' white ain't work for him like it did Kyle Rittenhouse (haha)
That lil' white boy cried
knobby
Drive by on your block but the license plate was foggy
They see us and all they do is copy
Heard you dropped a tape and heard that shit was floppy
on that concrete on the top of the hill
(Gang) did it all for my country
Boy stopping the steal (Ahhh)
Freedom gon' ring as that chopper gon' blast
You can
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that
Shakin' the hard white, black block
Restin' on me, I Pete Rock the CL
Smooth got revenue with his Beastie Boys
They call him the Rock Steady Crew
We ride
useless and you said, no
Write me a poem to make me happy
Over the hill and gone
And I'd never been that far
Some boy along the way taught me to play
Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music play
This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys around the way
So def it won't get
a couple blocks
(all that man, I need a fo, a deuce)
It started in that temp, flippin' mid's by them O-Z's
On the hill wit that shit from a custom
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
On the railroad to success
I don’t play on station You niggas micro-Soft (Microsoft)
No Sony (Nigga Gang)
Written By: Jabriel Warren Moore
Nursery rhymes for me, for you
Nursery rhymes both old and new
Lullabies to help you sleep
Rockin' cradle, soul to keep
Little boy blue, blow that horn
runnin' like water, I'm tryna rinse all the bucks
The whip drippin' in oil, she tryna lick on the clutch, for real
Been that boy, bald headed like Caillou
‘em where my mother stay
New pair of Vans every other day
The best is yet to come (Oh yeah)
Don't be alarmed by this collaboration
White girls, Latinas,
can't rock like that.
My music flows like domino's.
I pimp these hoes that's how it goes.
Tenders on my beeper all day and night.
I'm a true blue
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Nighttime would find me in Rose's Cantina,
Music would play and Felina
and hunky
And every day he's getting just a little more funky
I fell in love with a honky in a honky tonk bar
Dressed up like a rodeo star
Plays country
mon)
Shaka gah shaka dow now
Shaka gah shaka now now
(oh just shake it, mon)
Play that funky tune, white boy
(dance people, dance to that)
Ah, ha, ha,
you boys.
You better go to the store and buy some toys.
'Cause you can't play this game.
Next time you hear grown folks talking, shut the fuck up
1, 2, 3, do eet
You lookin' at me, and ya think ya got it figured out
Thinkin' here comes another white boy who tryna spit it loud
He think he gifted
don't know, you better ask somebody
I'm from the dirty South born and raised in SC
I'm a crazy white boy trying to make it from the streets
I'm always
more
Runnin to the bag Tyreek Hill
But I don't play no sports
Crossed him out the box we gon send him to the lord
Black and white LaFerrari with
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rosa's Cantina
Music would play and Felina
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