| 歌曲 | Whitey |
| 歌手 | Everlast |
| 专辑 | Eat at Whitey's |
| 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...) |
| 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... |