[Produced By Track Bangas]
[Intro]
White boy, white boy, white boy, white boy, white boy, white boy
[Verse 1]
Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
Stealing instrumentals off singles, I'd use the tracks
MC Pooh, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
"Tears" from the King and I, was the few I had
Practiced in my room for hours, improved my craft
Bought every artist's album that I heard
On the song, "Bring It On", number fourteen
Till death do us part
Wishing that I was from the 5th ward of Houston bad
A white kid from the 'burbs, bumping 5th Ward boys
Too much trouble and Seag that Odd Squad Cassette
Up in class rapping bum stiggity bum, giggity gangsta gangsta
Biting Spice 1 and Das EFX
Kriss Kross and Method, Redman in my headphones
Blasting "Time Time 4 Sum Aksion"
That's when then the teacher would get mad
And she would kick me out the classroom
The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom
Up inside the gym, take turns spitting
And beat the bleachers with our hands, tryin' to keep the beat
Only white dude that went to my school that spit
Proved I'm sick, and I will eat MCs
I had room to grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach
Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic
Haters talking shit like who, this fake Vanilla Ice
And I don't care if he's nice, on my life
I don't like no white rappers
[Intro]
White boy, white boy, white boy, white boy, white boy, white boy
[Verse 1]
Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
Stealing instrumentals off singles, I'd use the tracks
MC Pooh, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
"Tears" from the King and I, was the few I had
Practiced in my room for hours, improved my craft
Bought every artist's album that I heard
On the song, "Bring It On", number fourteen
Till death do us part
Wishing that I was from the 5th ward of Houston bad
A white kid from the 'burbs, bumping 5th Ward boys
Too much trouble and Seag that Odd Squad Cassette
Up in class rapping bum stiggity bum, giggity gangsta gangsta
Biting Spice 1 and Das EFX
Kriss Kross and Method, Redman in my headphones
Blasting "Time Time 4 Sum Aksion"
That's when then the teacher would get mad
And she would kick me out the classroom
The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom
Up inside the gym, take turns spitting
And beat the bleachers with our hands, tryin' to keep the beat
Only white dude that went to my school that spit
Proved I'm sick, and I will eat MCs
I had room to grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach
Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic
Haters talking shit like who, this fake Vanilla Ice
And I don't care if he's nice, on my life
I don't like no white rappers
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