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    "The Long Way" Lyrics

    Doug Stone

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    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
    This song was submitted on August 18th, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Billy Yates, Monty Criswell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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