Lyrics:
Whitey smashes us back down again.
Yeah I know we all got problems
and I don't think that this song's going to solve them.
Why can't you find your own
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
Black and blue from passing around
Whitey says, "Lady ain't a hit no more"
Cecilia Amanda, i don't want to see you
Get like you got before
Another
ill decitful, we consider leathal
God fallin, niggas be ballin, guzzlin alcoholics
Two drinks, too many is like whitey infulltrating your fortress
This
Or a lack of understandin' on my part
Or just wrath
Comin' from me do you see
Me
As a treat to your safety
Wen I say whitey
Do you consider dat bigotry
house nice and tidy
(I got ta) Learn a lot about the whitey
(I got ta) Buy a house with all my riches
(I got ta) Invest the rest, avoid the diches
(I
the right
I gotta have both-to make me fly
Just a whitey from Blighty - heading out west
Got my little green card an' my bulletproof vest
Goin' to old
leathal
God fallin, niggas be ballin, guzzlin alcoholics
Two drinks, too many is like whitey infulltrating your fortress
This is on, we 'bout to form,
and the world got toured
You say what happened to my band, I say I just got bored
Now they call me Whitey Ford, and I praise the Lord
Find me breakin' up your
into clubs
Beat an emcee to the punch over instrumentals dubbed
From tape deck to tape deck
Pause tape mix at breakneck speed
The only whitey in sight
America's nightmare
Young, black and just don't give a fuck
I just wanna get high and live it up
So fuck a 9 to 5 and whitey tryin' to slave us (fuck them)
From l'haim with the long blonde hair
Oh! the irony
All these multi-culti hatin' whiteys who fret ?
AKA bless the USA
In the true blue, loves
the
So I took your song and crossed my fingers for you
'Cause you don't look much like Whitney Houston
You look more like Whitey Houston
Not that
hair, walkin' in my Nikes
Town shit, Inglewood 'bout to belong to whitey
Unless we buy this shit up and fry the shit up like snapper
Invest in our own
America's nightmare
Young, black and just don't give a fuck
I just wanna get high and live it up
So fuck a 9 to 5 and whitey tryin' to slave us (fuck them)
For all the time she sang god's song
And I say thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi Mom
I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where a whitey bastard
to crank it at this other spot that he go
I said just let me know, we can take the Whitey Ford
But you gotta put in for gas whatever price you can afford
and see who wear this knot
Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock
And check the new style Whitey Ford's prone to rock
'cause once upon a time, not
Whitey screwed your simple mind
You was a God now you're the sucker of the planet Earth
And crowned your woman slut of the universe
Pimping,
the businessman wears in the ghetto
that makes the whitey petrol
But I still can't let go, even though I'm makin
crooked dough, the system is easy to beat
And my
strictly kosher mathematics and fact
Poor blacks on track mission to
Take the Earth back
'Cause Whitey got it locked
That's why the whole world mourns
We
the checkered flag
Let me grab a Coors and take a picture with this Kodak
Sterling Marlin sponsors, only rednecks gon' know that
Whitey stompin' rappers like
hoe down SOULBQUE
Well Charley brought the chicken, Whitey brought the wine
G.Love brought the reefer
And the moonshine
Corrina brought the cobbler
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