Adam Calhoun, Tom MacDonald - Whiteboyz II lyrics

Better watch your back
It's a white boy summer
Whole iPhone full of white boy gunners
We all come up from the bottom
Like the pipes in the gutter
Got the shotgun goin' "bum-bum-bum-bubba"
Call me white trash, white boy
I kinda like that if you got a problem
You can come and kiss my white ass
I don't really care what I'm allowed to do
Got a homie that'll kill you
For a Mountain Dew, shoot
You don't wanna get a death
Threat from a redneck
Put a lead dent in your headrest, yep, yep
Wuh, wuh, yee haw, cops come, we saw
They ask, we leave, white boys don't talk
You ain't gonna see 'em come
And hunt in camo
Blow Second Amendment and they
Got tons of ammo got a gut full of liquor


Lungs full of tobacco
Kinda crackers that will crack you for
Some gas for the backhoe
And the homie ridin' shotgun
With' a shotgun while he shot guns
Twenty-four beers and he's not drunk
Chuggin' vodkas
Not a problem 'til he wants one
Then he locked up when the cops come
Lot of white folks like those
White folks that go "boom"
Bunch of psychos I know might
Roll on your crew when you die slow
My bros ride home or you lose
And at Halloween, we turn into
A white ghost too soon, yeah
God ain't never made no
Motherfuckers crazy as the-

White boys, we been on the fight boys
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Cousin problems late at night boys
White boys, Mother knows we're trouble
Circle tight boys
Soon as it pops off, we got
You runnin' for your life, boys

Let me get the shit, jumpin' like a six-four
Crumb with the big folks, I'm so official
Crazy white boy with the big old pistol
You so pissed, you blow like a whistle
Try and play around
You gon' end up drownin' in the deep end
Face down where they found him
He gon' get killed, plus everyone around him
Rounds start flyin'
Your heart start poundin' harder
Take a photo, we gon' last longer
What you lookin' at now? Rap God, rap monger
Only white boy make the whole black roster
Hip-hop top ten, motherfuckin' monster
I'ma stand here with the sawed-off shotgun
Shoot it at you, now you got bad posture
Put him in a wheelchair, legs turn to pasta
You know how it goes
Pull a hose in the doctor
Smokin' on tobacco
Blowin' like a Black & Mild
Talk shit, get a blackout
Drug you like a mom
Drank a whole bunch of jack
Probably crash if I drive
I'll be sittin' shotty with' a nine
Passenger side
Always out at night 'cause I like noise
Playin' 50 Cent and I don't even like coins
Got a45 in my lap now, that's a nice choice
Ride around town, call for the white boys
God ain't never made no
Motherfuckers crazy as the-

White boys, we been on the fight boys
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Cousin problems late at night boys
White boys, Mother knows we're trouble
Circle tight boys
Soon as it pops off, we got
You runnin' for your life, boys

In a wolf pack with a twelve pack
And a twelve gauge we all blaze
You can kill bank get a hell
Raise hot shots with the top
Cops don't feel safe pop pop cause your
Top locks shots well played top
Dog in my high rod this is
Drop cop stop hit the cop
Back bop go pop pop fight like the
Monde I'm throwing these combos like thunder
Bolts knocking out boys like in Zombie
Hunt Walking the bar with gorillas
And killers all filled up on liquor on
Comfortable ambience even though things and
Their terrible state is a red paper
Says it makes America great
All my boys all fire camped
Out some flames but
We still jumped around planning
How to do pain
Sharp shooter got a long range
Up close I'm John
Wayne tough to calm down my own brain
Listen to Willie on the porch drinking jack
With a Pitbull and a jack Russel
With a couple bad news dudes
Lagoons the mad hustle
Out front got a bike and truck a gas guzzle
Strapped on my lap put the black buzzer
You don't wanna get into a
Straight black glass stickle
Imma get the last chuckle cock it back come
On buckling cracking skull bashing
From brass knuckles

You can smell the smoke as soon
As we ride into town
You can hear us coming 'cause
The speaker stupid loud
You can't hold us back, yeah
We'll be jumping in a crowd
Middle fingers up and they
Ain't never comin' down
God ain't never made no
Motherfuckers crazy as the-

White boys, we been on the fight boys
Sawin' off our shotguns, rockin' camo
Cousin problems late at night boys
White boys, Mother knows we're trouble
Circle tight boys
Soon as it pops off, we got
You runnin' for your life, boys