Lyric Whitey

(Whitey, Whitey)...It s my love
Punk rock the scar, disco to blues
Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on
Slept on, the style that I hustle
You wanna flex then punk make a muscle
I m (Whitey, Whitey)...Yeah, that s right
Some of y all kiddies wanna act uptight
Comin to the party tryin to spark up fights
I m puttin out lights, boy, cause I m (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
I m whiter than crack, I m harder than drugs
I m smarter than thugs, I m hotter than slugs
I m faster than sound, I came to get down, boy, don t fuck around
You ll catch a beat down it s comin from
(Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)

What, you thought I stopped rhymin cause I started signin
Pickin on a six-string, wrist bling blingin
Name s bell ringin from coast to coast
You re rollin with the one that rocks the most
I m (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordy
Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me
Part of me s hellish, part of me s heavenly (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
Boy, that s my name, I don t do it for the wealth, I don t do it for the fame
I do it for the health and I do it for the spirit
Don t speak the lyric if you can t hear it (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
If it ain t from the heart than it can t be art
If you ain t got proof than it can t be truth
If it ain t got legs than it can not run
If it ain t never started than it can t be done
I m (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)