| Punk rock to ska, disco to blues
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| Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on Slept on, the style that I hustle
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| You wanna flex then punk make a muscle
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| I’m (Whitey, Whitey)…Yeah, that’s right
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| Some of y’all kiddies wanna act uptight
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| Comin’to the party tryin’to spark up fights
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| I’m puttin’out lights, boy, 'cause I’m
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| (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey…)
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| I’m whiter than crack, I’m harder than drugs
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| I’m smarter than thugs, I’m hotter than slugs
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| I’m faster than sound, I came to get down, boy, don’t fuck around
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| You’ll catch a beat down it’s comin’from
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| (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey…)What, you thought I stopped rhymin''cause I started signin'
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| Pickin’on a six-string, wrist bling blingin'
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| Name’s bell ringin’from coast to coast
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| You’re rollin’with the one that rocks the most
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| I’m (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey…)
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| Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordy
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| Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me Part of me’s hellish, part of me’s heavenly
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| (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey…) Boy, that’s my name
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| I don’t do it for the wealth, I don’t do it for the fame
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| I do it for the health and I do it for the spirit
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| Don’t speak the lyric if you can’t hear it
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| (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey…)
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| If it ain’t from the heart than it can’t be art
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| If you ain’t got proof than it can’t be truth
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| If it ain’t got legs than it can not run
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| If it ain’t never started than it can’t be done
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| I’m (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey…) |