White Boyz

[snoop dogg]
Yeah wassup my nigga?
Im sittin here chillin with my nigga kurupt and we sayin
I mean it aint no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game dog
You know? no disrespect (thats right)
That nigga slim shady is tight than a muhfucka though (yeah thats true)
But we want a nigga to come with some gangsta shit
You feel me?

[t-bo]
I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches
Duckin snitches, and these money hungry bitches
So you want a dollar? well baby I cant holla
You aint gettin shit, from the break a bitch scowlin scowlin
Not even a penny, homegirl you aint gettin any
Oh by the way... youre too fuckin skinny
Why dont you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
While my vogues burn, up and down the street
Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp
Walk with a limp, cause Im a motherfuckin pimp
My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin
Got yo bitch chasin me, while yo old lady two-timin
Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a benz
Keep yo eyes on yo enemies, seperate yo foes from yo friends
Fuckin models, drinkin alize by the bottles
Eleven hundred ? ? , and my hands on the throttle

Chorus: snoop dogg (paraphrasing masta ase jeep ass niguh) 2x

White boy, white boy, turn that shit down
You know that america aint ready for the sound
From dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)

[snoop dogg]
Im high n a motherfucker, perv on the curve
Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my herb
D.p.g. to the fullest young cuz
My homeboy ricky said, show me some love!
He got the club with this fool named t-bo
From the dirty south, golds in his mouth, my peoples
All of my homies from the l.b.c.
All my white homies who smoke with me
Sell me bud on the weekdays cause
This shits for yall, from me and my doggz
If you dont know you do know t-bo my new dog
Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up yall

Chorus: t-bo says first line with snoop (1x only)

[t-bo]
You know who I wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk about
The one thats tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin the south
Eyes bare-ly open, laid back in the cadillac tokin
Them hoes talkin bout ridin with me and snoop the bitches must be jokin
Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you must get busted
And my citys hotter than a corner full of hustlers
Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun battle
When you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk
So stay in yo house when after dark
We bark and we bite, ? ?
Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to fightin
You might think the shits funny, but fool we aint actin
You bout that yappin? we bout that action and scratchin
Playin for keeps, screamin take it to the streets
Camouflaged down, with them soles on my feet
And up in the club, thugs push and they shove
And you wont know whos a killer, so you betta watch who you mug

[snoop dogg]
Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker
My nigga t-bo!

Chorus

[snoop dogg]
Yeah that shit funky dog
Thats what Im talkin bout
My nigga t-bo, dirty south all up in this bitch
(we no limit soldiers, we no limit soldiers)
Yeah, dogghouse production
Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow
(white white white white white boyz)
Thats how we doin it for the nine-nine
White boyz, yeah we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine
Cause they fuckin with us
Its a game of death

Chorus