(Whitey, Whitey)...It´s my love
Punk rock the scar, disco to blues
Yo, my blue seude shoes got stepped on
Slept on, the style that I hustle
You wanna flex then punk make a muscle
I´m (Whitey, Whitey)...Yeah, that´s right
Some of y´all kiddies wanna act uptight
Comin´ to the party tryin´ to spark up fights
I´m puttin´ out lights, boy, ´cause I´m (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
I´m whiter than crack, I´m harder than drugs
I´m smarter than thugs, I´m hotter than slugs
I´m faster than sound, I came to get down, boy, don´t fuck around
You´ll catch a beat down it´s comin´ from
(Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)

What, you thought I stopped rhymin´ ´cause I started signin´
Pickin´ on a six-string, wrist bling blingin´
Name´s bell ringin´ from coast to coast
You´re rollin´ with the one that rocks the most
I´m (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
Official like referees, fuck with me put your egos in jeapordy
Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me
Part of me´s hellish, part of me´s heavenly (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
Boy, that´s my name, I don´t do it for the wealth, I don´t do it for the fame
I do it for the health and I do it for the spirit
Don´t speak the lyric if you can´t hear it (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)
If it ain´t from the heart than it can´t be art
If you ain´t got proof than it can´t be truth
If it ain´t got legs than it can not run
If it ain´t never started than it can´t be done
I´m (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey, Whitey...)