Credits
Lyrics
A man with his word and two big balls
Knows just who and when to call
Knows just what to do when they coming for you
Look out, this is gangster y'all
Feel the way, there's no way out
You know just what I'm talking about
We can hope and pray no matter what they say
That's it, stand up and shout
White boy, white boy, yeah, born original sinner
White boy, white boy, yo, be home for Sunday dinner
Now some white kids they wanna be black
Some white kids don't know how to act
Some turn rat and take a stand
Turn a lie into a straight up fact, that's wack
This white boy knows how to jump
This white boy can fucking hump
Murderous verse to the beats that pump
Don't pop no shit don't talk no junk
Maybe you shouldn't, maybe you should
Maybe you couldn't, or maybe you could
Known to eat that pussy good
Maybe you wouldn't, maybe you would
White boy, caucasoid, hard-headed B-boy
Me not a decoy, puffed up and paranoid
White boy, caucasoid, hard-headed B-boy
Me not a decoy, puffed up and paranoid
Play that funky music white boy, that's what they're saying
Play that funky music white boy, you keep on playing
We don't give a fuck (like), you don't give a fuck (right)
I can smell a fight
Looks like somebody might lose a life tonight (that's right)
So sad, that's how it goes
Nobody's safe and nobody knows
Each and every day the cycle grows
Remedy Ross don't overdose
White boy, caucasoid, hard-headed B-boy
Me not a decoy, puffed up and paranoid
Budweiser 12-pack, always got that murder sack
Shoot at me and I'll shoot right back
Remedy Ross, counter attack
Brown hair, blue eyes, fucking with them white guys
True lies, apple pies, surprise surprise we alibis
Pale reddish white skin, thunder and white lightning
Hurt too much, just say when
Know what's up, aight then
White boy, caucasoid, hard-headed B-boy
Me not a decoy, puffed up and paranoid
Budweiser 12-pack, always got that murder sack
Shoot at me and I'll shoot right back
Remedy Ross, counter attack
