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Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak



Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent



I remember when I was young



All my people told me I could



Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up



You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us



I was a big old white boy from



Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star



And that was fucking impossible







I over came opsticals did what they said couldn't be done



I went from murder dog to fire?? I'm the one



The only one who held it down for white class



Before it was cool to be white trash



You can't change the world so why try



Watch them chains to tidies



From fist fights to drive bys



I be out there late night and I'm white guy



So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy







I dedicate this to the hags and fags



Who associate Haystak with racism and rebel flags



You fucking bitch



When you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags



Hi proportion? And burning the flag



My grand daddy's mammy was half Cherokee



My grand mamma family came from an island in Germany



And me I'm just a mixed breed from Tennessee



Everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be







[HOOK]



White boy cracker hoocie weado



Damn do evil blue eyed devil



Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude



Make up some more shit to me white boy



I be that too







You've been running your mouth for the past ten years



But never ran a mother fucking thing 'round here



Pioneers lets get one thing clear



We been making music for years ya hear



Hardcore you better ask about hay



I get love 'round the way like e-40 in the bay



I'm from the land of the brave



Home of the free



And there's five million other fools just like me







We the have-nots little badass kids



Momma doing bad, dad der doing a bid



And we was set free to do as we please



Reek havoc on the streets of our communities



And we didn't have no curfew



We didn't have no rules



We don't need no book bags cause we don't go to school



Imagine my middle finger



In the mother fuckin sky



Screaming CWB till I die



Lil player, lil







[HOOK]



White boy cracker hoocie weado



Damn do evil blue eyed devil



Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude



Make up some more shit to me white boy



I be that too







Hey bro what you looking for



Twenty



Auh twenty, I don't have no twenties



But I got some fat dimes



Auh you like that huh



Come back and fuck with your people ya hear











Born a bastard child who struggled with love



We congregated on the corners puffin and pushing dubs



A lack of love a lack of understanding



A lack of compassion a lack of better parenting



The sad thing is either they don't know



Don't show



Or just don't care, well



That is till tad and rad?



Come to school with gauges



And start shooting up the rich kids in the faces



Mom and dad ducked in their shoes



"It was the crowd they hung around



Music that they listed to"



White boys been dying around here for years



But it never make CNN



You know why



We were put here to die



So when we kill one another



It comes as no surprise



We animals in their eyes



I represent the trial when I'm behind the mic



Can't tell me nothing about no damn stereotype







[HOOK]



White boy cracker hoocie weado



Damn do evil blue eyed devil



Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude



Make up some more shit to me white boy



I be that too