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White Boy - U Know lyrics
[Kanye West - talking] I just got off the plane Chicago It's ya boy Kanye West on the beat Ay White Boy [Hook x2] I just want you to know, I just want you to know I just want you to know, this boy here finna' blow Southside up in here, Westside up in here Eastside up in here, throw your hands in the air [Kanye West] Kanye the best in the game, now we got that, that thing clear Kanye West is the name, Southside up in here Y'all niggaz stole the soul, y'all niggaz all some clones Y'all need to change y'all tone, nigga I control the gold Motherfucker close the do', light the weed and let the douja blow Why you keep bawlin' though girl, you ain't been around niggaz before? Why my chain rosey gold, why my wrist below zero How the hell I know B-Lo, why them girls tell you no means no No means no just as sure as green means go, green means paper Dream team, caper we see haters like shorty on the 'Sixth Sense' Y'all finna' see some dead people, come through ya block and air people My people ain't scared people, only FIG-I-AIR people [Hook x1] [White Boy] White Boy back in the mix, and I'm in the atmosphere Crunkin' for stackin' the fifth, and we got them gats in here This is not a game, Cris is not a lame Chi-town drop the flame, White Boy got them thangs White Boy a hot damn shame, White Boy hot like mars Y'alls flow hot like March, y'all can't stop these bars White Boy drop these charts, White Boy got the ball Lyrics gon' shock you all, Cris gon' cop them cars Get a couple foxy broads, out they shoes socks and bra This is not so hard, Cris got a rocky heart Pimp wit' a monster walk, Cris got hostile thoughts Y'all better watch it dawg, me and West rock you dawg [Hook 2x] [White Boy] Rap profit, plat gothic, slash convict raps jock it, phat Pockets mac, hopin' crack, poppin' stacks Droppin' cakes, stoppin' wakes, knockin' hate And you fakes, watchin' base, on relate Gossip fakes and I make, opt-Yeah In case I catch a case gots to pay, confrentrate Need ya way, from this place, cause it ain't common (nope) If this ain't the way, Kan-ye, then it's straight Colleges, in ya veins cause you spit what you came from Straight knowledge, I was raised in the street Praised in my heat, holdin' on my Nextel Hopin' for the next cell, focused on the best cell Smokin' on a fresh L, posted like FedEx mail [Hook 2x] |
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