Haystak White Boy Lyrics

White Boy Lyrics

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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?? I'm the one

The only one who held it down for white class

Before it was cool to be white trash

You can't change the world so why try

Watch them chains to tidies

From fist fights to drive bys

I be out there late night and I'm white guy

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



[HOOK]

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



[HOOK]

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 stereotype



[HOOK]

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