Slaine - Whitey, Whitey lyrics
[Slaine - Whitey, Whitey lyrics]
Listen close, man, it might be a jack
But not the kind with the
Gat or the knife to your back
No, this is mixtape style
Where I rival your track and I stole it
You don't get your fucking bicycle back
It's a deciple of that
fight shooters and cracks
My tutors and smack, pharmaceutical black
Beauty so beautiful back in the
70's for pill poppers
What they do to them gats, I do to a track
And I ain't new to this
Rap crackajack in fact
I was backpacking and wearing a black jacket
Back in '96 in Queens in Manhattan
Ten years later, now they seen what happened
Slaine manuevered his ranks and
Shooted his anks
Damn, swam with sharks and polluted the tanks
Got zooted with gangsters with
Rugers and shanks
So play this shit and listen to the music
It cranks
It bumps, it pumps, so once the blunts spark
The fun starts it's like the Earth shakes
This son of a gun's hot
Needs a jumpstart or a dump in the junkyard
With a motherfucking beat that pumps hard
Cause, I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am
It's easy to rap, hard to do it in rhythms
So I make an example of you
Like Martha Stewart in prison
Let me handle the rhymes
You spark the buda and listen
I'm the devil's mind polluted
What I do to a Christian
Is like a voodoo Egyptian hex
I threw to your bitching but no
I ain't balling like a dude who is sixteen
I got manuevers and mixing
With this beautiful diction
What you dudes doing's doodoo
It's just doodling, scribbling
Tutored in dribbling words, littering curves
With bullshitters and nerds
I pour liquor and slur words
Slip off my tongue, it's Boston I'm from
So inhale the smoke, motherfucker
Cough up a lung
Cause, I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am
But not the kind with the
Gat or the knife to your back
No, this is mixtape style
Where I rival your track and I stole it
You don't get your fucking bicycle back
It's a deciple of that
fight shooters and cracks
My tutors and smack, pharmaceutical black
Beauty so beautiful back in the
70's for pill poppers
What they do to them gats, I do to a track
And I ain't new to this
Rap crackajack in fact
I was backpacking and wearing a black jacket
Back in '96 in Queens in Manhattan
Ten years later, now they seen what happened
Slaine manuevered his ranks and
Shooted his anks
Damn, swam with sharks and polluted the tanks
Got zooted with gangsters with
Rugers and shanks
So play this shit and listen to the music
It cranks
It bumps, it pumps, so once the blunts spark
The fun starts it's like the Earth shakes
This son of a gun's hot
Needs a jumpstart or a dump in the junkyard
With a motherfucking beat that pumps hard
Cause, I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am
It's easy to rap, hard to do it in rhythms
So I make an example of you
Like Martha Stewart in prison
Let me handle the rhymes
You spark the buda and listen
I'm the devil's mind polluted
What I do to a Christian
Is like a voodoo Egyptian hex
I threw to your bitching but no
I ain't balling like a dude who is sixteen
I got manuevers and mixing
With this beautiful diction
What you dudes doing's doodoo
It's just doodling, scribbling
Tutored in dribbling words, littering curves
With bullshitters and nerds
I pour liquor and slur words
Slip off my tongue, it's Boston I'm from
So inhale the smoke, motherfucker
Cough up a lung
Cause, I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine
I am- I am