歌曲 | Whitey |
歌手 | Everlast |
专辑 | Eat at Whitey's |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gamble, Ross, Schrody | |
(whitey, whitey)...it's my love | |
Punk rock the scar, disco to blues | |
Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on | |
Slept on, the style that i hustle | |
You wanna flex then punk make a muscle | |
I'm (whitey, whitey)...yeah, that's right | |
Some of y'all kiddies wanna act uptight | |
Comin' to the party tryin' to spark up fights | |
I'm puttin' out lights, boy, 'cause i'm (whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...) | |
I'm whiter than crack, i'm harder than drugs | |
I'm smarter than thugs, i'm hotter than slugs | |
I'm faster than sound, i came to get down, boy, don't fuck around | |
You'll catch a beat down it's comin' from | |
(whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...) | |
What, you thought i stopped rhymin' 'cause i started signin' | |
Pickin' on a six-string, wrist bling blingin' | |
Name's bell ringin' from coast to coast | |
You're rollin' with the one that rocks the most | |
I'm (whitey, whitey, whitey...) | |
Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordy | |
Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me | |
Part of me's hellish, part of me's heavenly (whitey, whitey, whitey...) | |
Boy, that's my name, i don't do it for the wealth, i don't do it for the fame | |
I do it for the health and i do it for the spirit | |
Don't speak the lyric if you can't hear it (whitey, whitey, whitey...) | |
If it ain't from the heart than it can't be art | |
If you ain't got proof than it can't be truth | |
If it ain't got legs than it can not run | |
If it ain't never started than it can't be done | |
I'm (whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey...) |
zuo ci : Gamble, Ross, Schrody | |
whitey, whitey... it' s my love | |
Punk rock the scar, disco to blues | |
Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on | |
Slept on, the style that i hustle | |
You wanna flex then punk make a muscle | |
I' m whitey, whitey... yeah, that' s right | |
Some of y' all kiddies wanna act uptight | |
Comin' to the party tryin' to spark up fights | |
I' m puttin' out lights, boy, ' cause i' m whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
I' m whiter than crack, i' m harder than drugs | |
I' m smarter than thugs, i' m hotter than slugs | |
I' m faster than sound, i came to get down, boy, don' t fuck around | |
You' ll catch a beat down it' s comin' from | |
whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
What, you thought i stopped rhymin' ' cause i started signin' | |
Pickin' on a sixstring, wrist bling blingin' | |
Name' s bell ringin' from coast to coast | |
You' re rollin' with the one that rocks the most | |
I' m whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordy | |
Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me | |
Part of me' s hellish, part of me' s heavenly whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
Boy, that' s my name, i don' t do it for the wealth, i don' t do it for the fame | |
I do it for the health and i do it for the spirit | |
Don' t speak the lyric if you can' t hear it whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
If it ain' t from the heart than it can' t be art | |
If you ain' t got proof than it can' t be truth | |
If it ain' t got legs than it can not run | |
If it ain' t never started than it can' t be done | |
I' m whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey... |
zuò cí : Gamble, Ross, Schrody | |
whitey, whitey... it' s my love | |
Punk rock the scar, disco to blues | |
Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on | |
Slept on, the style that i hustle | |
You wanna flex then punk make a muscle | |
I' m whitey, whitey... yeah, that' s right | |
Some of y' all kiddies wanna act uptight | |
Comin' to the party tryin' to spark up fights | |
I' m puttin' out lights, boy, ' cause i' m whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
I' m whiter than crack, i' m harder than drugs | |
I' m smarter than thugs, i' m hotter than slugs | |
I' m faster than sound, i came to get down, boy, don' t fuck around | |
You' ll catch a beat down it' s comin' from | |
whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
What, you thought i stopped rhymin' ' cause i started signin' | |
Pickin' on a sixstring, wrist bling blingin' | |
Name' s bell ringin' from coast to coast | |
You' re rollin' with the one that rocks the most | |
I' m whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordy | |
Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me | |
Part of me' s hellish, part of me' s heavenly whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
Boy, that' s my name, i don' t do it for the wealth, i don' t do it for the fame | |
I do it for the health and i do it for the spirit | |
Don' t speak the lyric if you can' t hear it whitey, whitey, whitey... | |
If it ain' t from the heart than it can' t be art | |
If you ain' t got proof than it can' t be truth | |
If it ain' t got legs than it can not run | |
If it ain' t never started than it can' t be done | |
I' m whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey... |