เนื้อเพลง Whiteboyz II - Tom MacDonald

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 motherf*ckers 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 sh*t, 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, motherf*ckin' 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 sh*t, 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 a.45 in my lap now, that's a nice choice
Ride around town, call for the white boys
God ain't never made no motherf*ckers 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 motherf*ckers 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