"As we all know, you just can't believe everything you see and hear, can you? Now if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way.."
Don't call me nigger... WHITEY! (2X) Don't call me nigger (nigger) WHITEY! (2X)
The whitey my man, you say you're my fan I look into your face and I gots to say damn I feel a lot of pain, the money you gain because I'm black you think it's come out of 'caine I'll put you on a level, same as the devil Stole my bass then you steal all my treble Line to the eye, a bullet to the head For all those lies, motherfucker you said No you can't face this, so you disgrace it I'm Schoolly School boy, and I will lace it
Don't call me nigger... WHITEY! (2X) Don't call me nigger (nigger) WHITEY! (2X)
Now take that word nigger, and this is what I figure A nigger, is ignorant, shiftless and lazy So what you tryin to say boy, is that I'm crazy Now I'm not a racist, or a fanatic But what I'm bout to say might cause a little static White America was raised on sanction and to the black man, I'd like to mention when I am Schoolin, on the microphone Yo homes, leave the fuckin crack alone
Don't call me nigger... WHITEY! (2X) Don't call me nigger (nigger) WHITEY! (2X)
Compositor: Jesse Bonds Weaver Jr (Schoolly D) ECAD: Obra #132178