Haystak Lyrics

Album: Unknown

White Boy Lyrics

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