(Whitey, Whitey)...Its 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
Im (Whitey, Whitey)...Yeah, thats right
Some of yall kiddies wanna act uptight
Comin to the party tryin to spark up fights
Im puttin out lights, boy, cause Im (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
Im whiter than crack, Im harder than drugs
Im smarter than thugs, Im hotter than slugs
Im faster than sound, I came to get down, boy, dont fuck around
Youll catch a beat down its comin from
(Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
What, you thought I stopped rhymin cause I started signin
Pickin on a six-string, wrist bling blingin
Names bell ringin from coast to coast
Youre rollin with the one that rocks the most
Im (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 mes hellish, part of mes heavenly (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
Boy, thats my name, I dont do it for the wealth, I dont do it for the fame
I do it for the health and I do it for the spirit
Dont speak the lyric if you cant hear it (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
If it aint from the heart than it cant be art
If you aint got proof than it cant be truth
If it aint got legs than it can not run
If it aint never started than it cant be done
Im (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
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