Snoop Dogg - White Boyz Lyrics
[snoop dogg]Yeah wassup my nigga?Im sittin here chillin with my nigga kurupt and we sayinI mean it aint no hard mother*****in whiteboys in the rap game dogYou know? no disrespect (thats right)That nigga slim shady is tight than a muh*****a though (yeah thats true)But we want a nigga to come with some gangsta shitYou feel me?[t-bo]I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switchesDuckin snitches, and these money hungry *****esSo you want a dollar? well baby I cant hollaYou aint gettin shit, from the break a ***** scowlin scowlinNot even a penny, homegirl you aint gettin anyOh by the way... youre too *****in skinnyWhy dont you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feetWhile my vogues burn, up and down the streetEatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimpWalk with a limp, cause Im a mother*****in pimpMy diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shininGot yo ***** chasin me, while yo old lady two-timinWhether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a benzKeep yo eyes on yo enemies, seperate yo foes from yo friends*****in models, drinkin alize by the bottlesEleven hundred ? ? , and my hands on the throttleChorus: snoop dogg (paraphrasing masta ase jeep ass niguh) 2xWhite boy, white boy, turn that shit downYou know that america aint ready for the soundFrom dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)[snoop dogg]Im high n a mother*****er, perv on the curve*****in with this white boy, slangin my herbD.p.g. to the fullest young cuzMy homeboy ricky said, show me some love!He got the club with this fool named t-boFrom the dirty south, golds in his mouth, my peoplesAll of my homies from the l.b.c.All my white homies who smoke with meSell me bud on the weekdays causeThis shits for yall, from me and my doggzIf you dont know you do know t-bo my new dog***** what you goin through, we bout to ***** it up yallChorus: t-bo says first line with snoop (1x only)[t-bo]You know who I wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk aboutThe one thats tearin up shows, *****in these hoes, representin the southEyes bare-ly open, laid back in the cadillac tokinThem hoes talkin bout ridin with me and snoop the *****es must be jokinToke smoke, up the block and glock stay *****ed so you must get bustedAnd my citys hotter than a corner full of hustlersTwelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun battleWhen you talkin the talk, we walkin the walkSo stay in yo house when after darkWe bark and we bite, ? ?Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to fightinYou might think the shits funny, but fool we aint actinYou bout that yappin? we bout that action and scratchinPlayin for keeps, screamin take it to the streetsCamouflaged down, with them soles on my feetAnd up in the club, thugs push and they shoveAnd you wont know whos a killer, so you betta watch who you mug[snoop dogg]***** get your mind right, get your mind right***** get your mind right, get your mind rightYeah, white boyz up in the mother*****erMy nigga t-bo!Chorus[snoop dogg]Yeah that shit funky dogThats what Im talkin boutMy nigga t-bo, dirty south all up in this *****(we no limit soldiers, we no limit soldiers)Yeah, dogghouse productionDogghouse wreckin, bow wow(white white white white white boyz)Thats how we doin it for the nine-nineWhite boyz, yeah we *****in with whiteboys in ninety-nineCause they *****in with usIts a game of deathChorus
