White Boys-Haystack/Haystak

Engine cranking & tires squeeling* It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell) I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle) Can't you tell? Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell) Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?) Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle) Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail) Fixin' to check out the next spot My n****s is 'bout to wreck shop We don't ask, we just bop We run up, we get drop Parking lot crunk (thugs and drug pushers) Yeah you know the ski-low (blunts and the sub woofers) Car fulla white boys (there's no doubt) If some s**t go down (Slim be the first one out) Locked up with a fool three times his size What you need, on yo' team, when it's time to ride Abuncha dirty white boys, that's not for the game We will take your a** to war like Sadum Housane If you kick my a**, you gotta do it again Every time that you see me till I finally win (And then) I'm kickin' your a** until I'm content You're gonna be walkin' 'round for months wearin' my finger prints. (I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies Talk s**t and have to shoot ya (Your hardcore!) absolutely Take it across your face with a nickel-plated I think my dog just got dislocated [Chorus:] *Engine* It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) All units be on the look out for a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) *Siren* (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) Dispatch we've got a visual on a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) *Siren and engine* (Aww man) (I ain't throwin' out shit) Looked at my watch it said 11: 36 Turned down 2nd Avenue in a big body b***h Mean muggin' haters heads bobbin' up and down Hollerin' southside out the window, my people don't f**k around It's like they're lookin' for a reason to straight clown We get gone on that goo and that straight crown One hundred proof absolute, ridin' around blazin' (All cars be on the lookout for a car full of caucasians) Eyes so tight we could pass for Asians So if they pull us over play like you don't speak English Passed some pretty gals, I told my boy to slow down Man your rides a piece of junk, the window won't roll down We didn't get no play, from the ladies (Naw) 6 crackers in the car, are you crazy? I'm real with them crows, I ain't 'bout to front Man we out of blunts, pull over fool. [Chorus:] Stopped in circle K and got a box of sweets Smoked one now we feelin' like (let's get somethin' to eat) But Wendys was closed, I was mad as hell I guess we'll go to Waffle House and get a Patty meal But them omelettes is the bomb, s**t, toast with jelly and jam Hashbrowns covered with cheese, chilly, and ham The awful waffle was packed, but I'm not going to Krystals I'll be damned if I gotta go in here and eat with a [?] (I swear) Fools is sendin' signals but not sayin' a word I ain't payin' them no attention, 'cause I'm high as a bird I placed my order, ate my food, then walked up out that b***h with an attitude Got in the car, blazed the blunt from out the ashtray Never liked main street, so we take the backway My homey said pull-over, but I guess it couldn't wait 'Cause when my body hit the breaks it was like *throws up* [Chorus:] (Car full of white boys) x 7 *Siren