Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whiteboy , by - Remedy. Song from the album The Genuine Article, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
Whiteboy |
| Whiteboy, whiteboy |
| Whiteboy, whiteboy |
| Whiteboy, whiteboy |
| A man and his word, and two big balls |
| Just knows who and when to call |
| Just knows what to do when he coming for you |
| Look out this is gangsta y’all |
| Building the way and no way out |
| You know just what I’m talking about |
| You can hope and pray, no matter what they say |
| That’s just stand up and shout |
| Whiteboy, whiteboy, yeah, born original sinner |
| Whiteboy, whiteboy, yo, be home for Sunday dinner |
| Now some white kids they wanna be black |
| Some white kids don’t know how to act |
| Some turned rap and take the stand |
| Cause the lines were straight up fact |
| This whiteboy knows how to jump |
| This whiteboy could fucking hump |
| Murder-ass verse with the beats that pump |
| Don’t cop no shit, don’t talk no junk |
| Maybe you should, maybe you should |
| Maybe you could, or maybe you could |
| Known to eat that pussy good |
| Maybe you would, maybe you would |
| Whiteboy, Caucazoid |
| Hard-headed b-boy |
| He’s not a decoy |
| Puffed up and paranoid |
| Play that funky music whiteboy, that’s what they’re |
| Saying |
| Play that funky music whiteboy, yYou keep on playing |
| We don’t give a fuck (Right) You don’t give a fuck |
| (Right) |
| I can smell a fight |
| Looks like somebody might lose their life tonight |
| (That's right) |
| So sad, that’s how it goes |
| Nobody’s safe and nobody knows |
| Each and everyday, the size of it grows |
| Remedy Ross don’t overdose |
| Budweiser 12-pack, always got that murder sack |
| Shoot at me and I’ll shoot right back |
| Remedy Ross counterattack |
| Brown hair, blue eyes |
| Fucking with them white guys |
| True lies, apple pies |
| Surprise, surprise, we need alibi’s |
| Pale redish white skin |
| Thundering white lightening |
| Heard too much, just say when |
| Know what’s up, aight then |
| Budweiser 12-pack |
| Always got that murder sack |
| Shoot at me and I’ll shoot right back |
| Remedy Ross counterattack |
| Whiteboy, whiteboy |
| Puffed up, paranoid |
| Pa pa pa pa paranoid |
| Wa wa wa whiteboy |
| Whiteboy, whiteboy |
| My habitat |