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rick: yo, turn up that instrumentalshay: like that?rick: hell yeeeaaahhh...shay: White Boy... now its shay rappinrite now shay rappin rite now yes i amrick: yes he is.shay: im still rappin rite now even though we talkin bout crap talkin bout White Boy has tracks...
Both: stop thatrick: theres no guy slicka than this slick rick nickashay: man, i wish that i had some more snickszrick: talkin bout food its makin me sickashay: well im sorry im hungry like a nigga ...
Everybody wanna have cash in their stashrick: poor little shay hes got a schlong rashshay: anything thats White Boy is crap daprick: we aint got no profits 'cause we jus talk smackshay: i wish i had a girl so i could call herrick: 'just want you one bad chick so u can spoil her shay wanna get some...respect.. got as much respect as my nutsac getsshay: ricky walks arounf the house sayin "lick my nuts, slick my nuts" mom says, "
Stop talkin bout nuts." Ricky closes the door 'cause he's tired of rules rick: at home, in the stores, even in the schools
Chorus:don't touch uscuz we're redlike the hotwe're tryin tojine niggas a lotuh ha ha ha hawe get the feelin sometimesthat makes us wonderwill we always be hungry?(will we always be hungry?)we get the feelin sometimesthat makes us wonderwill we always be hungry?(will we always be hungry?)shay: broken glass everywhererick: when shay pushed stephanie rowdy sure did care and they woke me up and gave me a scareshay: and we just stayed outside... ...and stared at the stairsdon't touch uscuz we're redlike the hotwe're tryin tojine niggas (niggas niggas niggas niggas...)a lot
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