[Rae & Christian] You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get Once again Live on Grand Central Next stop - Grand Central [Mike G] Yo! Phone
to roll with the punches, yes they will It don't matter whether you're white, black or brown You won't get nowhere putting down The old Red, White and
bash And if anyone asks If there ain't no one but us trash You dunno, you better ask somebody 'Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party Now whether you're black, white
to the highest diving board and tossed her down Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop (
hand of every man who make a offer To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this" White
man who make an offer To black kids wishin? they white kids when they close they eyelids Like ?I bet they neighborhood ain?t like this? White kids wishin
and turns like an Indian burn Wit powerful jaws and character flaws Rippin' and tearin' wit claws kill if I'm aware of the cause Not to mention, knuckles white
Jake we want eight Ravioli bags Two thirsty villains yelling belly aches Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin' the grass Stash the right bitch pull out his kite from this white
into that fatty, bring that wagweed I pulled that hair, put that there Put those up there, lets use that chair Bring those fruits out, I got ideas Belly to belly
away from frying He send me letters telling me how grown men be crying When they surrounded by rapists with lustful eyes in The belly of the beast where
'd rather make our children (We request to negotiate) Martyrs than murderers (We come to you unarmed) We'd rather make our children (We desire to communicate) White
with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me My whole aura's so mean in my white tee Nobody light-skinded
yeah, i know some niggers they gonna like this porsche same color as my white bitch i know some niggers they gonna like this i feel like just shitted
What you give, where you are You won't give it, you wouldn't start, oh Just screamin' want that old thing back Like I double G I E whit some R U L E
'Em Typed by: BiGPuN Verse 1: Leave n****a layin' stiffer than my dick when it's up in a tight clit return the Devils hate by fuckin' a white bitch
Yellin' punta a gasolina Now how many bricks does it take to marble out a 36 room estate Follow me, I'm from Philly where they eat cheese steaks in a red belly
cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry His drawl little mouth was drawn up like a bow And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow The
who wanna try to take me I take it to the ground rapper like ? Shit ain't all sweet, talk as cheap I'm the white dude, you see me in the club, dancin