Lyrics:
the devil fooled us four hundred years ago?)
Whitey put self, portrayed in many interpretations
Sayin' that we'd receive more gold for our labor in his
country's crotch
And behold a baby girl was born
Nurtured by slave holders and whitey racists
It grew and grew and grew screwing
Indiscriminately like mother,
of blue's clues? (you gotta not!)
Do you still use a bluetooth? (you gotta not!)
You love whitey-tighties (you gotta not!)
'Cause they only show off your
Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed
We gon' Lex in, my nigga
These are blessings, my nigga
Keep stressing, my nigga
Don't stress, little
was playing me tight
Bumping down and let them whitey boys change her life
I hope you ain't beefing
And my past ain't got nothing to do with me
But I gotta get on the ground?
You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're mighty?
You take the honor of bein' the black Bull Carter
It's
the modern sense
Take it away now
I believe in Miki Dora, "Da Cat"
I believe in Whitey, Greenough and Nat
I believe in Leonard, Peanuts and Yan
I
more, but got my hand in the zip
Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
I used to deal with the grams, 'till they put the cam on my face
What do I hear, but the same street talking
Cuz black and whitey are having a fight
Over who is right, and the time is near for
Uh oh, take a step, move
him, a whitey
This pathetic, braggin' monkey face faggot deaded
Comin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate
Watchin' him lookin'
white fox, peep the opulence
Ice box the coolest confidence
Isis-Queen, the Icy-Witch
Winterfresh in that whitey-Benz
Shimmering Aphrodite
your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hail
We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mail
Have you been to the North, Memphis
of Wales
Hundred sales stock broke and hotels
Playa' hyply, them niggas dislikin' me
Challenge my style politely, that's like fightin' whitey
Here we go
d-do-do-dit dit
Keep grooving this bitch, like ya new with this pip
Stay true to this shit
Macking moves in this bitch, whitey hoot for this sis
If these
on the Whitey so
See just Black and White?
There's no room for that in the '90s, yo
I'm still a bill and still checkin' mics
One-two a whole year later
Made you
cudi, eatin' lots of shrimp
Got a wig and bring it back
She go in and bring it back
And make that booty go
Ain't no way gonna sleep with a whitey
good evening and hi everybody
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of a conversation
One a dem start moan an bout whitey
Man plus
Me reply with love
And love it ago buss
An a melody fi dash up
Discremenation
Music fi heal da wounds
your hand", said Whitey with the blame
"I'm gonna bring you up so you really dig the pain
Take you under my wings so you'll never be the same
'Cause
the lobby
Bitch, white fox, peep the opulence...
Ice box the coolest confidence
Isis-Queen, the Icy-Witch
Winterfresh in that whitey-Benz
Shimmering Aphrodite
was playing me tight
Bumping down and let them whitey boys change her life
I hope you ain't beefing
And my past ain't got nothing to do with me
the greedy of the whitey at the top of my frame that`s
Blurrin` my art piece
Makin` it weak see
Makin` it watered down
Dilutin` my funky sound
But it`s
they swallowing helium
Used to drop whitey, cook beige
I’s a lunatic - went from watching movies
With floosies to eating tuna fish
Lust for thoughts
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