White Boyz

Snoop Dogg
Yeah wassup my nigg*?
I'm sittin here chillin with my nigg* Kurupt and we sayin
I mean it ain't no hard motherfkin whiteboys in the rap game dog
You know? No disrespect (that's right)
That nigg* Slim Shady is tight than a muh'fka though (yeah that's true)
But we want a nigg* to come with some GANGSTA s**t
You feel me?

T-Bo
I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches
Duckin snitches, and these money hungry girls
So you want a dollar? Well baby I can't holla
You ain't gettin s**t, from the break a b*tch scowlin scowlin
Not even a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fkin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin as* 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 I'm a motherfkin pimp
My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin
Got yo' b*tch 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
fkin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles
Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle

Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta Ase "Jeep as* Niguh") 2X

White boy, white boy, turn that s**t down
You know that America ain't ready for the sound
from dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)

Snoop Dogg
I'm high 'n a motherfker, perv on the curve
fkin 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, gold's 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 s**t's for y'all, from me and my doggz
If you don't know you do know T-Bo my new dog
fk what you goin through, we bout to fk it up y'all

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 that's tearin up shows, fkin 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 girls must be jokin
Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay c*cked so you must get busted
And my city's 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 s**t's funny, but fool we ain't 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 won't know who's a killer, so you betta watch who you mug

Snoop Dogg
b*tch get your mind right, get your mind right
b*tch get your mind right, get your mind right
Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfker
My nigg* T-Bo!

Chorus

Snoop Dogg
Yeah that s**t funky dog
That's what I'm talkin bout
My nigg* T-Bo, Dirty South all up in this b*tch
(We No Limit Soldiers, we No Limit Soldiers)
Yeah, Dogghouse Production
Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow
(white white white white white boyz)
That's how we doin it for the nine-nine
White boyz, yeah we fkin with whiteboys in ninety-nine
cause they fkin with us
It's a game of death

Chorus