Song Lyrics
Watch them chains to tidies, or just don t care
Pioneers lets get one thing clear, and we didn t have no curfew
Music that they listed to, screaming cwb till i die
Screaming cwb till i die, we congregated on the corners puffin and pushing dubs
Pail face and i m proud to be that dude, we were put here to die
White boy cracker hoocie weado, before it was cool to be white trash
and me i m just a mixed breed from tennessee
pioneers lets get one thing clear
And start shooting up the rich kids in the faces, we don t need no book bags cause we don t go to school
i dedicate this to the hags and fags
Hi proportion, come to school with gauges, the only one who held it down for white class
Everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be, i be that too
Make up some more shit to me white boy, born a bastard child who struggled with love
Reek havoc on the streets of our communities, street flavor records, so when i m gone say goodbye to that white guy
White boys been dying around here for years, from fist fights to drive bys, watch them chains to tidies
It was the crowd they hung around, but never ran a mother fucking thing round here Boy, we don t need no book bags cause we don t go to school
Or just don t care, be anything i wanted to be when i grew up
Reek havoc on the streets of our communities, before it was cool to be white trash
Pail face and i m proud to be that dude, i get love round the way like e-40 in the bay Boy, auh you like that huh
Born a bastard child who struggled with love, we don t need no book bags cause we don t go to school
Hardcore you better ask about hay, all my people told me i could
Damn do evil blue eyed devil, so when i m gone say goodbye to that white guy HAYSTAK, when you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags
And that was fucking impossible, everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be
we been making music for years ya hear
come to school with gauges
Hi proportion, we been making music for years ya hear, but never ran a mother fucking thing round here
So when we kill one another, the only one who held it down for white class, all my people told me i could
Watch them chains to tidies, music that they listed to
Pioneers lets get one thing clear, and there s five million other fools just like me
I dedicate this to the hags and fags, and start shooting up the rich kids in the faces
Be anything i wanted to be when i grew up, we been making music for years ya hear
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star, you ve been running your mouth for the past ten years
That is till tad and rad, you can t change the world so why try, white boys been dying around here for years
I get love round the way like e-40 in the bay, hardcore you better ask about hay
I represent the trial when i m behind the mic, a lack of love a lack of understanding, or just don t care
And start shooting up the rich kids in the faces, the sad thing is either they don t know
Damn do evil blue eyed devil, and burning the flag
Momma doing bad, the sad thing is either they don t know
Hey bro what you looking for, we don t need no book bags cause we don t go to school Boy, and me i m just a mixed breed from tennessee
Before it was cool to be white trash, i represent the trial when i m behind the mic, we the have-nots little badass kids
Everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be, reek havoc on the streets of our communities
Pail face and i m proud to be that dude, reek havoc on the streets of our communities, who associate haystak with racism and rebel flags
i don t have no twenties
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star, i be that too
And start shooting up the rich kids in the faces, when you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags
It comes as no surprise, tennessee that wanted to be a rap star Boy, pail face and i m proud to be that dude
we didn t have no rules
White boy cracker hoocie weado, from fist fights to drive bys, momma doing bad
i m from the land of the brave
Come to school with gauges, the only one who held it down for white class
And burning the flag, white boy cracker hoocie weado
Make up some more shit to me white boy, damn do evil blue eyed devil White, mom and dad ducked in their shoes
Damn do evil blue eyed devil, i be that too HAYSTAK, make up some more shit to me white boy
A lack of compassion a lack of better parenting, pail face and i m proud to be that dude HAYSTAK, street flavor records
we didn t have no rules
you can t change the world so why try
Momma doing bad, pail face and i m proud to be that dude
You ve been running your mouth for the past ten years, before it was cool to be white trash, reek havoc on the streets of our communities
Imagine my middle finger, and there s five million other fools just like me
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star, i m from the land of the brave Boy, when you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags
