Meh, another jokin around track
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Fresh shit written off the dome, with a beat so sick get my cranium blown
mysteriously worn and torn like paper of all sorts
warts on the face make ya reflection distort
in the blade of a knife, taken your life, and your wife
your car keys, and also this knife from your kitchen
ransom note for the children is missin
keep your bitch bitchin
man quit your rich livin
When is Sara--Arriving
with that new--car she drivin
98 Mazda Protege, damn man, shes stylin
pedal to the medal.. VROOM now we flyin
stash my stolen loot in the back, changin my clothes to white from black
Sara lookin back but its too late for that
the pants are on so how ya like that
"Artis your wack!" cell phones ringin missed message "Holla Back Its Mack"
Alright its time to do that
Hook (4x):
The White Artis is here
So dont fuck with me
Verse 2:
Hop in the ride colin
its time to roll, we rollin down the block
Ready set lets go, gas tanks runnin low
blastin "Get Low" Lil Jon screamin like a bitch
distractin Sara from the road
YEAH!
Can I get a lil YEEEAAH!
Jeremy in the back imitating what I do
now Lil Jon is times two, with jon in the front seat
blastin his own tunes
Pull over Sara, its time to tank up
As I run to the bathroom, about to Stank up
stealin half the shit on the way to the toilet
jack a carton of eggs, ima later hard boil it
drive by a house sun roof down and catapolt 'em
Hold 'em steady, Drive steady
left lane I see an old lady, pull over and EGGY EGGY
Now she lookin like wet spaghetti (Sunny Side BIATCH!)
Hook (4x):
The White Artis is here
So dont fuck with me
