Kid Rock - Black Chick, White Guy lyrics
[Kid Rock - Black Chick, White Guy lyrics]
Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tale
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where
The two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tale of a broken home
Her mama was an alkie and more like a friend
Had three different kids from
Three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it
So there it was anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes
And so on and so on
And after the bullshit and what'nt
That day came when the two started fucking
All the time, you know kid's habit's
Every single day fucking like rabbit's
Sneaking out the car when he was 15
Climbing in the window and fucking all night
See fucking after lunch in the
Junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and tripping on mushrooms
His dick was metal, her pussy was a magnet
9th grade came: "I'm pregnant"
Shit got frantic and man, Oh Lord
It was a tough decision but
They decided to abort it
It might've been right
It might've been wrong
But one thing's for sure
It really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it
Was it right these are the things he thought
In bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em, they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playing
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standing
Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See, she moved to the city
And you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto, go figure
Yeah she got macked by
Some dope dealing nigga
Still seeing that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk motherfucker used to
Beat her and punch her
She was living all wild
I think all she ever wanted was
The love of her own child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was making records and going on tour
20, 000 people Hip-Hopping on the floor
And all that
While she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the
Lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail but first she had his son
Ooh, and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from touring
And she called him up early one morning
They hooked up, her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been
There you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em, they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playing
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standing
Now for the next year there
Was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a rambling man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slipping and made her crazy
And she talked about having another baby
The guy was like, "Oh, Lord"
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said, "I want your child or I'm leaving you"
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and
Was fucking him too slut
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, "I'm pregnant"
And if that ain't some shit, cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head getting more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months
I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing kind of like a shooting star
He was happy, told his family and friends
Only to realize later his
Little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chick, another kid popped out
And that shit's real ill
Girl told him that she was
Taking the fucking pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she
Was trying to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats it'self again
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy
That makes him laugh a bit and he loves him
But still
You don't know the fucking half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playing
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standing
Does it mean shit, maybe
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tale
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where
The two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tale of a broken home
Her mama was an alkie and more like a friend
Had three different kids from
Three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it
So there it was anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes
And so on and so on
And after the bullshit and what'nt
That day came when the two started fucking
All the time, you know kid's habit's
Every single day fucking like rabbit's
Sneaking out the car when he was 15
Climbing in the window and fucking all night
See fucking after lunch in the
Junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and tripping on mushrooms
His dick was metal, her pussy was a magnet
9th grade came: "I'm pregnant"
Shit got frantic and man, Oh Lord
It was a tough decision but
They decided to abort it
It might've been right
It might've been wrong
But one thing's for sure
It really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it
Was it right these are the things he thought
In bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em, they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playing
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standing
Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See, she moved to the city
And you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto, go figure
Yeah she got macked by
Some dope dealing nigga
Still seeing that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk motherfucker used to
Beat her and punch her
She was living all wild
I think all she ever wanted was
The love of her own child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was making records and going on tour
20, 000 people Hip-Hopping on the floor
And all that
While she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the
Lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail but first she had his son
Ooh, and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from touring
And she called him up early one morning
They hooked up, her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been
There you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em, they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playing
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standing
Now for the next year there
Was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a rambling man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slipping and made her crazy
And she talked about having another baby
The guy was like, "Oh, Lord"
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said, "I want your child or I'm leaving you"
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and
Was fucking him too slut
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, "I'm pregnant"
And if that ain't some shit, cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head getting more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months
I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing kind of like a shooting star
He was happy, told his family and friends
Only to realize later his
Little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chick, another kid popped out
And that shit's real ill
Girl told him that she was
Taking the fucking pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she
Was trying to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats it'self again
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy
That makes him laugh a bit and he loves him
But still
You don't know the fucking half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playing
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standing