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Whitey
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Whitey was released on October 17, 2000 by Tommy Boy Music, LLC as a part of the album Eat at Whitey's
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Release DateOctober 17, 2000
LabelTommy Boy Music, LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Everlast
Everlast
Vocals
J. Bigham
J. Bigham
Band
Keefus Ciancia
Keefus Ciancia
Keyboards
Larry Ciancia
Larry Ciancia
Band
The Simmulated Dummies
The Simmulated Dummies
Programming
Patrick "Truly OdD" Freitas
Patrick "Truly OdD" Freitas
Band
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Band
Miles Tackett
Miles Tackett
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Ross
D. Ross
Songwriter
Erik Schrody
Erik Schrody
Songwriter
J. Gamble
J. Gamble
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Everlast
Everlast
Producer
D. Ross
D. Ross
Producer
J. Gamble
J. Gamble
Producer
Dante Ross and John Gamble
Dante Ross and John Gamble
Producer
The Simmulated Dummies
The Simmulated Dummies
Producer
Jay Nicholas
Jay Nicholas
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Tuminello
Jason Tuminello
Assistant Recording Engineer
John O'Mahony
John O'Mahony
Assistant Recording Engineer
Noah Evans
Noah Evans
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jamey Staub
Jamey Staub
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Whitey, Whitey)...Bismillah
Punk rock to ska, disco to blues
Yo, my blue suede 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 singin'
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 jeopardy
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...)
Written by: D. Ross, Erik Schrody, J. Gamble
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