is all clear And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love
up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass with no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To
Slut to a diva Stripes to a zebra Spots to a cheetah Tall can to a liter Sell sound to a speaker A bucket to a Beemer A scam to a schemer Sell love to
my mathematical, Cuz I just bumped me a badder hoe, A Las Vegas Nevada hoe, Strip her into national, Some big old tits and ass an all, She loves all
signals of thought White ribbons of loss High above the tree line They cry out I froze up for a second on the pyramid side of the Las Vegas strip My
plant your skulls, in the earth. And grow bone trees, to sheild your grief. Bright white trees, and nectarines. We'll write postards to the love sick
price So I suggest you show respect if you like life Cause the white is how I made loochie Them big rocks got em like Chris Rock when he played Pookie The strip
You're gettin' stripped for your spot of your game You can't stop me, you can only try to contain I'm outta your range That white widow got me thinkin
end cause I brought my friends I'm known to fist fight quick and rock bright white kicks Steal the show from bigger acts with the white stripe shit I
me! She'll prolly throw a fucking fit and shit! I'ma go there that bitch is gonna listen to me She'll see I'ma fix this shit, FUCK THAT!" [White man
ghost ?I?ve heard nothing if it wasn?t the wind? And we all got sick on a strip club meal While the statehouse was frying all the witches again So the white
peoples champ Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white
GOT STRIPES! If I speak it, I done did it or seen it I GOT STRIPES! If you see me homie, gimme some dap I GOT STRIPES! Dead end soldiers slanging these raps I GOT STRIPES
would soil-in your jacks Feed 'em with trays the size of light bulbs Coke so bright, it shine like white gold And the hoes love Joe way before this rap
my head with the anvil I grow wise, I recognize the lies and the scandal Once you sign on that line, your career could depend on these white collar crooks
kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor Choked her to death so she don't scream no more He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his
be little Hussein, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness,
things. Don: He just makes me sick when he changes into a monster. Phyllis: Why? Why does he make you sick? Don: Oh, can't you see it how, how . . .