(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...)