white So even in a racist mind he's half right If you got a racist mind you'll be aight My president is black but his house is all white Rosa parks sat
go Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night I dunno what you fishin' for, hope you catch you a great white Need I say great white, heavy as
Intro: Alicia Keys] (Baby Cham) Here's my, ghetto story (*Story) Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true
's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother fucker's glow light Keep my dough right Man these white lines
Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand Understand, I'm bigger than fourth indo man That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man 'Cause
on the block all day and flip birds and keys Your boyfriend don't like me, 'cause he don't get a fourth Of my cheese and you can take back the Porsche and his keys
the lear Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze Turned around and saw a white
talk 100 million off the rip, the definition of boss She can tell how I'm ballin, dat I'm just gettin started Yea I took an advance, put 20 keys in the
' this, welcomin' that He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back? Gimme that Mack, let me work him wit that Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave
White, white, white cup, yes, sir White, white, white cup, yes, sir White, white, white cup, yes, sir White, white, white cup, yeah I keep a white cup
Bill Bixby, I'm lane switching and wheel twisting Rubber buring, paper rolling, Why y'all kill switching All about my capital, hold it down, shift keys
bomb I run the tables on my people that twitching some bomb Listen its on I'm the man of the night I shine bright can you handle the light They cant stand that I'm white
fuck with weezy Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy Baby, let me get the keys to the rover No, let me get the keys to the
s should of been... The way I hanlde them keys Hey, hey You know I handle them keys and I anit talkin about a leash, but I play with them keys Yeah and
I'm the fashionistist. And they know I stay around the white like a groom, Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom. I think I'm gettin' hi-high-
to beats Everybody welcomin' this, welcomin' that He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back? Gimmie that Mack, let me work him wit' that Tell Mr
keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers Ivory White,
time searching me but never ever find shit It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys The Queen's