[00:00.00] 作词 : Rittz
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Rittz
[00:05.20]White boy
[00:13.50]yeah
[00:15.31]White boy
[00:17.54]Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
[00:19.17]Stealing instrumentals off singles, I’d use the tracks
[00:20.98]MC Creu, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
[00:23.00]"Tears" from the King & I, was the few I had
[00:24.97]Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft
[00:27.02]On every artist’s album that I heard
[00:29.44]On the song, breaking dawn, number fourteen
[00:30.68]Till death do us part
[00:31.76]Wishing that I was from the fifth ward of Houston bad
[00:33.33]A white kid from the burbs, bumping Freeport boys
[00:35.45]Too much trouble to see that our squad could set
[00:37.24]Up in class repping bum stickity bum, giggity gangster
[00:40.93]Gangster, biting Spice 1 and Das EFX
[00:42.42]Kriss Kross and Method Redman in my headphones
[00:43.47]Blasting "Time Time 4 Sum Aksion"
[00:45.66]That’s when then the teacher would get mad
[00:47.56]And she would kick me out the classroom
[00:48.95]The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom
[00:51.11]Up inside the gym, took turns spitting
[00:53.12]We’d beat the bleacher with our hands, tryna keep the beat
[00:54.31]Only white dude that went to my school
[00:55.81]That spit, proved I’m sick, and I will eat MCs, I have room
[00:58.07]To grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach
[01:00.10]Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic
[01:02.07]Haters talking shit like who, this ain’t Vanilla Ice
[01:04.20]And I don’t care if he’s nice, on my life
[01:06.21]I don’t like no white rappers
[01:07.65]Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
[01:09.40]They gave up, I was just a white rapper
[01:10.84]But I created a buzz, cause I bust
[01:13.48]In the booth, I go nuts, but I’m just a white rapper
[01:14.87]With no way to be shit, and I know that you think I’m a joke
[01:19.35]Cause I’m just a white rapper
[01:15.99]Put my heart on the stage, on the page
[01:17.57]But at the end of the day, I’m still just a white rapper
[01:20.03]In ninth grade, a pimp gave me a better attempt
[01:24.86]I was convinced I’d get a deal
[01:26.07]My skills improved a hundred percent
[01:27.35]Back then, nobody had studio equipment in their crib
[01:29.05]I was the only one that did
[01:31.94]I spent my life in that basement
[01:33.02]On cruise road, up in eagle point
[01:34.29]Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music
[01:36.04]We dropped out, dreaming of being on it
[01:38.30]31, I would go out and perform at
[01:39.82]Open mics, when no one’s white
[01:41.67]No one likes to clap or give you dap
[01:42.71]Clubs you be scared to go inside
[01:43.98]Stood at a spot in the hood, 20 miles from home
[01:45.66]Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind
[01:48.11]Performed for 5 people, or 20 at best
[01:50.06]Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects
[01:51.77]A ton of fake record companies execs on my talent
[01:54.04]They tried their best to convince me they had something to invest
[01:56.40]And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us
[01:58.39]Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous
[02:00.33]To "stop rapping you piece of shit, it’s not happening
[02:02.51]Now act white and grow up, are you tryn'na embarrass us?"
[02:04.54]So I told that girl bye and was back on my stride
[02:06.45]Rhymes kept getting better, my buzz was hard to deny
[02:08.26]Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy
[02:10.56]That put me on, and he been through the same struggle as I
[02:12.77]A white rapper
[02:13.82]Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
[02:14.25]They gave up, I was just a white rapper
[02:18.05]But I created a buzz, cause I bust
[02:19.49]In the booth, I go nuts, but I’m just a white rapper
[02:22.29]With no way to be shit, and I know that you think I’m a joke
[02:24.63]Cause I’m just a white rapper
[02:27.56]Put my heart on the stage, on the page
[02:28.53]But at the end of the day, I’m still just a white rapper
[02:29.64]Now the rap game is flooded with rappers
[02:31.76]From every nationality, a ton of them crackers
[02:33.55]The fact that I finally came up is miraculous
[02:36.43]Twenty years later my name is becoming established
[02:37.87]My album is on the rack at Best Buy
[02:39.43]I was at the BET awards, I was sitting right next to
[02:41.61]Luda and Rick Ross, but who would have thought
[02:43.52]I was just at Jim & Nick's
[02:44.68] flipping chicken tenders and French fries
[02:47.06]I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living
[02:48.48]It feels great to tell em you’re a musician
[02:49.95]Until they ask what type of music, I tell em I rap
[02:51.76]Then they laugh, looking at me, they be like "who are you kidding?"
[02:54.08]I be like "Google me bitch,"
[02:55.31]They always compare us white boys to one another
[02:57.01]Is your music like his?
[02:58.18]You should be rich, freestyle, making stupid requests
[02:59.84]Before I made it in music I never used to have shit
[03:02.33]Now I got my own crib, I can afford my car
[03:03.44]Fans say my music helps them when they’re going through hard times
[03:06.08]I speak my mind even when I’m going too far
[03:08.45]Even though a part of me agree with Lord Jamar
[03:11.40]We are guests in hip hop, I’m appreciative
[03:12.69]That you finally let us in the crib
[03:14.50]But I busted my ass to get respect for my craft
[03:16.06]In interviews they never forget to mention this
[03:18.46]And I’m just a white rapper
[03:19.82]Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
[03:21.68]They gave up, I was just a white rapper
[03:23.97]But I created a buzz, cause I bust
[03:25.44]In the booth, I go nuts, but I’m just a white rapper
[03:27.62]With no way to be shit, and I know that you think I’m a joke
[03:31.00]Cause I’m just a white rapper
[03:32.91]Put my heart on the stage, on the page
[03:34.55]But at the end of the day, I’m still just a white rapper

作词 : Rittz
作曲 : Rittz
White boy
yeah
White boy
Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
Stealing instrumentals off singles, I’d use the tracks
MC Creu, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
"Tears" from the King & I, was the few I had
Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft
On every artist’s album that I heard
On the song, breaking dawn, number fourteen
Till death do us part
Wishing that I was from the fifth ward of Houston bad
A white kid from the burbs, bumping Freeport boys
Too much trouble to see that our squad could set
Up in class repping bum stickity bum, giggity gangster
Gangster, biting Spice 1 and Das EFX
Kriss Kross and Method Redman in my headphones
Blasting "Time Time 4 Sum Aksion"
That’s when then the teacher would get mad
And she would kick me out the classroom
The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom
Up inside the gym, took turns spitting
We’d beat the bleacher with our hands, tryna keep the beat
Only white dude that went to my school
That spit, proved I’m sick, and I will eat MCs, I have room
To grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach
Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic
Haters talking shit like who, this ain’t Vanilla Ice
And I don’t care if he’s nice, on my life
I don’t like no white rappers
Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
They gave up, I was just a white rapper
But I created a buzz, cause I bust
In the booth, I go nuts, but I’m just a white rapper
With no way to be shit, and I know that you think I’m a joke
Cause I’m just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, I’m still just a white rapper
In ninth grade, a pimp gave me a better attempt
I was convinced I’d get a deal
My skills improved a hundred percent
Back then, nobody had studio equipment in their crib
I was the only one that did
I spent my life in that basement
On cruise road, up in eagle point
Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music
We dropped out, dreaming of being on it
31, I would go out and perform at
Open mics, when no one’s white
No one likes to clap or give you dap
Clubs you be scared to go inside
Stood at a spot in the hood, 20 miles from home
Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind
Performed for 5 people, or 20 at best
Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects
A ton of fake record companies execs on my talent
They tried their best to convince me they had something to invest
And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us
Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous
To "stop rapping you piece of shit, it’s not happening
Now act white and grow up, are you tryn'na embarrass us?"
So I told that girl bye and was back on my stride
Rhymes kept getting better, my buzz was hard to deny
Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy
That put me on, and he been through the same struggle as I
A white rapper
Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
They gave up, I was just a white rapper
But I created a buzz, cause I bust
In the booth, I go nuts, but I’m just a white rapper
With no way to be shit, and I know that you think I’m a joke
Cause I’m just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, I’m still just a white rapper
Now the rap game is flooded with rappers
From every nationality, a ton of them crackers
The fact that I finally came up is miraculous
Twenty years later my name is becoming established
My album is on the rack at Best Buy
I was at the BET awards, I was sitting right next to
Luda and Rick Ross, but who would have thought
I was just at Jim & Nick's
flipping chicken tenders and French fries
I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living
It feels great to tell em you’re a musician
Until they ask what type of music, I tell em I rap
Then they laugh, looking at me, they be like "who are you kidding?"
I be like "Google me bitch,"
They always compare us white boys to one another
Is your music like his?
You should be rich, freestyle, making stupid requests
Before I made it in music I never used to have shit
Now I got my own crib, I can afford my car
Fans say my music helps them when they’re going through hard times
I speak my mind even when I’m going too far
Even though a part of me agree with Lord Jamar
We are guests in hip hop, I’m appreciative
That you finally let us in the crib
But I busted my ass to get respect for my craft
In interviews they never forget to mention this
And I’m just a white rapper
Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
They gave up, I was just a white rapper
But I created a buzz, cause I bust
In the booth, I go nuts, but I’m just a white rapper
With no way to be shit, and I know that you think I’m a joke
Cause I’m just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, I’m still just a white rapper