rick: yo, turn up that instrumental  shay: like that?  rick: hell yeeeaaahhh...  shay: White Boy...   now its shay rappinrite now   shay rappin rite now   yes i am  rick: yes he is.  shay: im still rappin rite now   even though we talkin bout crap   talkin bout White Boy has tracks...  Both: stop that  rick: theres no guy slicka   than this slick rick nicka  shay: man, i wish that   i had some more snicksz  rick: talkin bout food   its makin me sicka  shay: well im sorry   im hungry like a nigga   ...Everybody wanna have cash in their stash  rick: poor little shay   hes got a schlong rash  shay: anything thats White Boy   is crap dap  rick: we aint got no profits   'cause we jus talk smack  shay: i wish i had a girl   so i could call her  rick: 'just want you one bad chick   so u can spoil her   shay wanna get some...respect..   got as much respect   as my nutsac gets  shay: 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 us  cuz we're red  like the hot  we're tryin to  jine niggas a lot  uh ha ha ha ha  we get the feelin sometimes  that makes us wonder  will we always be hungry?  (will we always be hungry?)  we get the feelin sometimes  that makes us wonder  will we always be hungry?  (will we always be hungry?)  shay: broken glass   everywhere  rick: when shay pushed stephanie   rowdy sure did care   and they woke me up   and gave me a scare  shay: and we just stayed outside...   ...and stared at the stairs    don't touch us  cuz we're red  like the hot  we're tryin to  jine niggas (niggas niggas niggas niggas...)  a lot