Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak
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Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent
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I remember when I was young
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All my people told me I could
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Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up
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You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
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I was a big old white boy from
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Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
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And that was fucking impossible
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I over came opsticals did what they said couldn't be done
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I went from murder dog to fire?? I'm the one
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The only one who held it down for white class
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Before it was cool to be white trash
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You can't change the world so why try
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Watch them chains to tidies
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From fist fights to drive bys
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I be out there late night and I'm white guy
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So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
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I dedicate this to the hags and fags
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Who associate Haystak with racism and rebel flags
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You fucking bitch
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When you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags
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Hi proportion? And burning the flag
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My grand daddy's mammy was half Cherokee
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My grand mamma family came from an island in Germany
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And me I'm just a mixed breed from Tennessee
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Everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be
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[HOOK]
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White boy cracker hoocie weado
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Damn do evil blue eyed devil
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Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude
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Make up some more shit to me white boy
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I be that too
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You've been running your mouth for the past ten years
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But never ran a mother fucking thing 'round here
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Pioneers lets get one thing clear
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We been making music for years ya hear
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Hardcore you better ask about hay
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I get love 'round the way like e-40 in the bay
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I'm from the land of the brave
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Home of the free
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And there's five million other fools just like me
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We the have-nots little badass kids
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Momma doing bad, dad der doing a bid
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And we was set free to do as we please
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Reek havoc on the streets of our communities
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And we didn't have no curfew
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We didn't have no rules
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We don't need no book bags cause we don't go to school
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Imagine my middle finger
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In the mother fuckin sky
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Screaming CWB till I die
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Lil player, lil
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[HOOK]
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White boy cracker hoocie weado
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Damn do evil blue eyed devil
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Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude
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Make up some more shit to me white boy
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I be that too
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Hey bro what you looking for
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Twenty
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Auh twenty, I don't have no twenties
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But I got some fat dimes
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Auh you like that huh
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Come back and fuck with your people ya hear
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Born a bastard child who struggled with love
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We congregated on the corners puffin and pushing dubs
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A lack of love a lack of understanding
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A lack of compassion a lack of better parenting
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The sad thing is either they don't know
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Don't show
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Or just don't care, well
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That is till tad and rad?
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Come to school with gauges
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And start shooting up the rich kids in the faces
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Mom and dad ducked in their shoes
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"It was the crowd they hung around
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Music that they listed to"
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White boys been dying around here for years
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But it never make CNN
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You know why
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We were put here to die
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So when we kill one another
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It comes as no surprise
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We animals in their eyes
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I represent the trial when I'm behind the mic
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Can't tell me nothing about no damn stereotype
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[HOOK]
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White boy cracker hoocie weado
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Damn do evil blue eyed devil
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Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude
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Make up some more shit to me white boy
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I be that too
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White Boy
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Haystak |