Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak   Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent   I remember when I was young   All my people told me I could   Be anything I wanted to be when I grew up   You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us   I was a big old white boy from   Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star   And that was fucking impossible      I over came opsticals did what they said couldn't be done   I went from murder dog to fire? That's me, I'm the one   The only one who held it down for lower class   Before it was cool to be white trash   You can't change the world so why try   Watch them change to tie die's   From fist fights to drive bys   I be out there late night and I'm might die   So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy   I dedicate this to the hags and fags   Who associate Haystak with racism and rebel flags   You fucking bitch   When you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags   Hi proportion? And burning the flag   My grand daddy's mammy was half Cherokee   My grand mamma family came from an island in Germany   And me I'm just a mixed breed from Tennessee   Everything you fake mother fuckers pretend to be      White boy cracker hoocie weado   Damn do' evil blue eyed devil   Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude   Make up some more shit to me white boy   I be that too cause I'm a   White boy cracker hoocie weado   Damn do' evil blue eyed devil   Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude   Make up some more shit to me white boy   I be that too      You've been running your mouth for the past ten years   But never ran a mother fucking thing 'round here   Pioneers lets get one thing clear   We been making music for years ya hear   Hardcore you better ask about hay   I get love 'round the way like E-40 in the bay   I'm from the land of the brave   Home of the free   And there's five million other fools just like me   We the have-nots little badass kids   Momma doing bad, dad der doing a bid   And we was set free to do as we please   Reek havoc on the streets of our communities   And we didn't have no curfew   We didn't have no rules   We don't need no book bags cause we don't go to school   Imagine my middle finger   In the mother fuckin sky   Screaming CWB till I die   Lil player, lil      White boy cracker hoocie weado   Damn do' evil blue eyed devil   Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude   Make up some more shit to me white boy   I be that too      Hey bro what you looking for   Twenty   Auh twenty, I don't have no twenties   But I got some fat dimes   Auh you like that huh   Come back and fuck with your people ya hear      Born a bastard child who struggled with love   We congregated on the corners puffin and pushing dubs   A lack of love, a lack of understanding   A lack of compassion a lack of better parenting   The sad thing is either they don't know   Don't show   Or just don't care, well   That is till Tad and Rad?   Come to school with gauges   And start shooting up the rich kids in the faces   Mom and dad ducked in their shoes   "It was the crowd they hung around   Music that they listed to"   White boys been dying around here for years   But it never make CNN   You know why   We were put here to die   So when we kill one another   It comes as no surprise   We animals in their eyes   I represent the trial when I'm behind the mic   Can't tell me nothing about no damn stereotypes, cause I'm a      White boy cracker hoocie weado   Damn do' evil blue eyed devil   Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude   Make up some more shit to me white boy   I be that too cause I'm a   White boy cracker hoocie weado   Damn do' evil blue eyed devil   Pail face and I'm proud to be that dude   Make up some more shit to me white boy   I be that too