Whiteboy

Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak

Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent

I remember when I was young

All my people told me I could

Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up

You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us

I was a big old white boy from

Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star

And that was fucking impossible

I over came opsticals did what they said couldn't be done

I went from murder dog to fire? I'm the one

The only one who held it down for white class

Before it was cool to be white trash

You can't change the world so why try

Watch them chains to tidies

From fist fights to drive bys

I be out there late night and I'm white guy

So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy

I dedicate this to the hags and fags

Who associate Haystak with racism and rebel flags

You fucking bitch

When you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags

Hi proportion? And burning the flag

My grand daddy's mammy was half Cherokee

My grand mamma family came from an island in Germany

And me I'm just a mixed breed from Tennessee

Everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be

[HOOK]

White boy cracker hoocie weado

Damn do evil blue eyed devil

Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude

Make up some more shit to me white boy

I be that too

You've been running your mouth for the past ten years

But never ran a mother fucking thing 'round here

Pioneers lets get one thing clear

We been making music for years ya hear

Hardcore you better ask about hay

I get love 'round the way like e-40 in the bay

I'm from the land of the brave

Home of the free

And there's five million other fools just like me

We the have-nots little badass kids

Momma doing bad, dad der doing a bid

And we was set free to do as we please

Reek havoc on the streets of our communities