Текст песни White Boy f Kanye West - You Know
White Boy f Kanye West - You Know слова песни
[Kanye West - talking]I just got off the plane ChicagoIt`s ya boy Kanye West on the beatAy White Boy[Hook x2]I just want you to know, I just want you to knowI just want you to know, this boy here finna` blowSouthside up in here, Westside up in hereEastside up in here, throw your hands in the air[Kanye West]Kanye the best in the game, now we got that, that thing clearKanye West is the name, Southside up in hereY`all niggaz stole the soul, y`all niggaz all some clonesY`all need to change y`all tone, nigga I control the goldMotherfucker close the do`, light the weed and let the douja blowWhy you keep bawlin` though girl, you ain`t been around niggaz before?Why my chain rosey gold, why my wrist below zeroHow the hell I know B-Lo, why them girls tell you no means noNo means no just as sure as green means go, green means paperDream team, caper we see haters like shorty on the `Sixth Sense`Y`all finna` see some dead people, come through ya block and air peopleMy people ain`t scared people, only FIG-I-AIR people[Hook x1][White Boy]White Boy back in the mix, and I`m in the atmosphereCrunkin` for stackin` the fifth, and we got them gats in hereThis is not a game, Cris is not a lameChi-town drop the flame, White Boy got them thangsWhite Boy a hot damn shame, White Boy hot like marsY`alls flow hot like March, y`all can`t stop these barsWhite Boy drop these charts, White Boy got the ballLyrics gon` shock you all, Cris gon` cop them carsGet a couple foxy broads, out they shoes socks and braThis is not so hard, Cris got a rocky heartPimp wit` a monster walk, Cris got hostile thoughtsY`all better watch it dawg, me and West rock you dawg[Hook 2x][White Boy]Rap profit, plat gothic, slash convict raps jock it, phatPockets mac, hopin` crack, poppin` stacksDroppin` cakes, stoppin` wakes, knockin` hateAnd you fakes, watchin` base, on relateGossip fakes and I make, opt-YeahIn case I catch a case gots to pay, confrentrateNeed ya way, from this place, cause it ain`t common (nope)If this ain`t the way, Kan-ye, then it`s straightColleges, in ya veins cause you spit what you came fromStraight knowledge, I was raised in the streetPraised in my heat, holdin` on my NextelHopin` for the next cell, focused on the best cellSmokin` on a fresh L, posted like FedEx mail[Hook 2x]