[Intro: Tech N9ne & Crystal Watson]
Dub B Dub
Dub B Dub
Dub B Dub
What's that spell?
White Boy Wasted
Hella faded
You wonder why everything so celebrated
And all of our team's dreams shot down
But made it to the top now out of Hell and above hard ground
We spreadin' our wings, all of my team make the Planet Rock, don't stop now
Was supposed to be a ghost, now when we party, I'm the host
We made it through the rain to the fame so I wanna make a toast
"I'd like to thank everybody that showed up
Now we 'bout to get poured up
'Cause we made it through the days it was so rough
So is everybody with me? Sho Nuff!"
[Verse 1]
I been at the bottom where they fought and then they shot 'em
Was a problem summer, winter, spring and autumn
Gotta pray to God is what they taught 'em
Havin' not is what they got, so you right up in the column
Unless you got the will to go and get it
Unless you find a lick and go and hit it
I didn't bitch, I didn't march or picket
I just kick 'em something wicked then it turned into a ticket
Went from fights in school
To partyin' on stage where the hip-hop junkies Nice and Smooth
Way back in the day then Quincy J gave me a brightened view
Told me to rap what you know, took his advice then grew
Sick mother with no father, but still I made it as a scholar
But now I got to pop a collar, 'cause I started deep in squalor then I made some million dollars
Dub B Dub
Dub B Dub
Dub B Dub
What's that spell?
White Boy Wasted
Hella faded
You wonder why everything so celebrated
And all of our team's dreams shot down
But made it to the top now out of Hell and above hard ground
We spreadin' our wings, all of my team make the Planet Rock, don't stop now
Was supposed to be a ghost, now when we party, I'm the host
We made it through the rain to the fame so I wanna make a toast
"I'd like to thank everybody that showed up
Now we 'bout to get poured up
'Cause we made it through the days it was so rough
So is everybody with me? Sho Nuff!"
[Verse 1]
I been at the bottom where they fought and then they shot 'em
Was a problem summer, winter, spring and autumn
Gotta pray to God is what they taught 'em
Havin' not is what they got, so you right up in the column
Unless you got the will to go and get it
Unless you find a lick and go and hit it
I didn't bitch, I didn't march or picket
I just kick 'em something wicked then it turned into a ticket
Went from fights in school
To partyin' on stage where the hip-hop junkies Nice and Smooth
Way back in the day then Quincy J gave me a brightened view
Told me to rap what you know, took his advice then grew
Sick mother with no father, but still I made it as a scholar
But now I got to pop a collar, 'cause I started deep in squalor then I made some million dollars
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