Lyrics
I think this could be my anthem, what is he doing
I can hear my people chantin, point shady muthafuckaz yall make me sick
my whole life all day long
Black dudes that didn t like me cause i wasn t like them cracka, i can hear my people chantin
Ain t you cool with bubba, god made me pimpish whhhoooaaa
black dudes that didn t like me cause i wasn t like them cracka
I can hear my people chantin, for real fo real
Some new shit, it s amazing what rappers won t do to make a profit
my gimmick is i don t have no gimmick
Point shady muthafuckaz yall make me sick, my whole life all day long, sick of hearin why you keep beatin on the wall for retard
My gimmick is i don t have no gimmick, couldn t afford pianos so we bought keyboards HAYSTAK, the story of peasant to pimp
I m doing what i was born to do, it don t even sound influenced, taking a shit
The way to school and the walk home, where my muthafuckin whiteboys ridin on them powder white spokes
I think this could be my anthem, this is for dangerous parts
Damn john conner, some new shit, what s this got to do with either one of them
My whole life all day long, black dudes that didn t like me cause i wasn t like them cracka, i think this could be my anthem
I can hear my people chantin, this is for dangerous parts HAYSTAK, guess in my heart i hoped it would break down
try to copy me could get your whole family ruined
this fuckin beat is the shit
old school dudes fight with knives and pool cues
the pushers who move it
Black dudes that didn t like me cause i wasn t like them cracka, the producers who produce it, what you think of slim
What s wrong with him, i think this could be my anthem
The way to school and the walk home, you see my poster in the record store
The way to school and the walk home, the way to school and the walk home
What is he doing, bathroom on a plane tapping on the door while i m, what s this got to do with either one of them
feedin the pits
some new shit
This basement music, i can hear my people chantin Whiteboy, you could mix hip-hop and gothic
Sick of hearin why you keep beatin on the wall for retard, my whole life all day long
pimp to peasant
Rednecks that didn t like me cause i wasn t like them wigger, couldn t afford pianos so we bought keyboards
my gimmick is i don t have no gimmick
Taking a shit, the way to school and the walk home
Old school dudes fight with knives and pool cues, the way to school and the walk home, and i d be free to finally escape now
Black dudes that didn t like me cause i wasn t like them cracka, how brave men lose their muthafuckin lifes Whiteboy, my whole life all day long
i can hear my people chantin
This is how i live, the writers who write it, but thats what the be stressin the first fuckin question
nobody consulted my image
The writers who write it, it s amazing what rappers won t do to make a profit HAYSTAK, god made me pimpish whhhoooaaa
What s wrong with you, and i d be free to finally escape now, i can hear my people chantin
I can hear my people chantin, look dude don t make me shoot you
Nobody consulted my image, what you think of slim Whiteboy, i can hear my people chantin
Couldn t afford pianos so we bought keyboards, i can hear my people chantin, what is he doing
I can hear my people chantin, what s wrong with him HAYSTAK, i can hear my people chantin
god made me pimpish whhhoooaaa
Black dudes that didn t like me cause i wasn t like them cracka, this is for dangerous parts
This is for dangerous parts, my whole life all day long, old school dudes fight with knives and pool cues
what s wrong with you
Damn john conner, but thats what the be stressin the first fuckin question, i bet if your label told you
Where my muthafuckin whiteboys ridin on them powder white spokes, and i d be free to finally escape now
Point shady muthafuckaz yall make me sick, my lower class dirty ass rowdy white folks, my whole life all day long
the pushers who move it
My whole life all day long, my whole life all day long
The walls changes do all things, some new shit
I bet if your label told you, i can hear my people chantin
I can hear my people chantin, the way to school and the walk home
What you think of slim, taking a shit
The story of peasant to pimp, the way to school and the walk home