Teksty:
White Boy Young Pimp

no second chance And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance The game is to exploit young ghetto kids A straight pimp game and there ain't no

those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer

dirty at a slow pimps pace Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks So bright, so fresh, snow white

born pimpin' hoes, wearin' pinky rings Never walked around sayin', "Who am I?" 'Cuz when I seen old movies like 'Superfly' It was my destiny, to live a pimp

the trunk, with the booming box While the young bitches ride on your jock You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it And stop kissing them white

dinner and I'm a joker like frank skinner but if I switch then ill turn to a killer I'm devastate boy iller for realer I'm the white beast ill be no

wit big white cups Man, they doin' it mayne and 10 years plus, mayne Dedicated to that boy Screw, my boy Fat Pat, boy Big Steve My boy Big Melo rest

known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggaz Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white stones glitter Left hand bling, the right one shiver Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture The white stone flipper That white

on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life Get money, pimpin