White Boy Lyrics - Singles - Haystak

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? That's me, I'm the one 

The only one who held it down for lower class 

Before it was cool to be white trash 

You can't change the world so why try 

Watch them change to tie die's 

From fist fights to drive bys 

I be out there late night and I'm might die 

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 

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 cause I'm a 

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 

And we didn't have no curfew 

We didn't have no rules 

We don't need no book bags cause we don't go to school 

Imagine my middle finger 

In the mother fuckin sky 

Screaming CWB till I die 

Lil player, lil 

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 

Hey bro what you looking for 

Twenty 

Auh twenty, I don't have no twenties 

But I got some fat dimes 

Auh you like that huh 

Come back and fuck with your people ya hear 

Born a bastard child who struggled with love 

We congregated on the corners puffin and pushing dubs 

A lack of love, a lack of understanding 

A lack of compassion a lack of better parenting 

The sad thing is either they don't know 

Don't show 

Or just don't care, well 

That is till Tad and Rad? 

Come to school with gauges 

And start shooting up the rich kids in the faces 

Mom and dad ducked in their shoes 

"It was the crowd they hung around 

Music that they listed to" 

White boys been dying around here for years 

But it never make CNN 

You know why 

We were put here to die 

So when we kill one another 

It comes as no surprise 

We animals in their eyes 

I represent the trial when I'm behind the mic 

Can't tell me nothing about no damn stereotypes, cause I'm a 

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 cause I'm a 

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