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Usually me, Stay Puff, and now droppin shit with mah boy Petty Cash.....
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Song Info
Genre
Author
Stay Puff
Rights
2002
Uploaded
November 14, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Me and mah boy just tryin to rise in the game.....Right now we throwin down some of our first audios just off of the computer.....We are awaiting some equipment....then it will be on from there
Lyrics
Hook (x2)
You dont want to test our mystic styles of proportion...
Look at our skin and all you see is this distortion....
We rewind these rhymes just to get this shit right.....
Disregarding the fact that we know our skins white......
Stay Puff
We aint tryin to be Eminem, but then-again//
Were so genious that you might call us a synonym//
Contemplatin this discrimination with representation//
Let-me-be-blatent, we grow stronger from this shit we've been facin//
Try-to-be-black, naw dawg we just tryin-to-rap//
Defyin-the-facts that say we cant get by-with-these-acts//
Sayin white boys cant rap, we actin funny?//
But ever since Bubba Sparks, yall niggas is country//
A cracka-on-the-mic, subtract-the-fact-im-white//
Put that shit together and youll get a track-thats-right//
Throw these verbs on the field and watch my wordplay//
View these lyrics how u should not in a blurred way//
Breakin ya down leavin you in a rigged-splint//
You got cut by a dude with no pigment//
Grew up gettin laughed-at just cause i rapped-at school//
Flash the past-back and realized that was my tool//
To get through hard-times, i used barred-rhymes//
Disregarded ridicule and healed my scarred-mind//
Began spittin, freestyles became writtens//
Waitin for the day that my name will be hittin//
Almost tossed-it, at times i thought i lost-it//
Luv the game so much i drop my rhymes out of my closet//
Never-endin, my tracks are forever-spinnin//
I cant finish its like im always at the beginnin//
I love-heards of people huddled waitin for the-verbs//
It aint no different we do this in the suburbs//
Ecko, Phat Farm, Hard Knocks all in a pile//
Aint tryin to make a statement, its just my style//
Freestyle-battles droppin like weak-childs-rattles//
Denile-had-to happin back on that shit like-saddles//
I cant believe im here just to relieve the fear//
That i might not make it, dont wanna leave this here//
Hook(x2)
Petty Cash
Just cause i grew up in a white neighborhood//
Doesnt mean my life was all that good//
Every day i got knocked on took the heat and the pain//
Just for rockin Fubu and an iced out chain//
So to get shit off my chest, i write these songs//
If you ever ragged on me, ya gettin dissed on//
Sayin im tryin to act black with this wave cap//
Well im the truth, yall just facts//
This intellectual flowin, that im throwin//
Writin the poems, im never slowin//
I keep them cold as possible, rappers feelin hostile//
Ill put u in an ambulance and send u to the hospital//
I got u double knotted like the laces in my shoes//
When im done with these white rhymes, ill have u singin blues//
Petty Cash and Stay Puff, reppin K-C//
Our songs are tastier than rice krispies//
Ya i sag my pants, no need for a second glance//
Stare at me, ill stare back and put u in a trance//
Just cause im creamy, yall dont need to trip//
The next biggest thing since, Lil' Flip//
Gettin country on us this is where we step in//
Give the rap game new shit, and take it for a spin//
If ya still think im actin black, ya wack//
These rhymes are lyrically intact and im just getin back//
When i stepped into the game, i knew it would be hard//
A white boy rappin, i would have to reach far//
My first freestyle was smoother than silk//
Dropped the 'N'-Word and i felt some guilt//
But my boys were cool with the whole situation//
Battled at some parties realized what i was facin//
Im the eye of a hurricane, u cant see//
But i surrounded you like an , army fleet//
Hook(x4)
