Wigga Lyrics
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Album | The Rebel You Love to Hate(2003) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Thrash Metal, Hardcore Punk |
Labels | Nuclear Blast |
Album rating : –
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1. Wigga (3:50)
White dude why you gotta say sup
Why you bragging like you bust shit up
Jump, jump, jump around shake that booty get down
White dudes can't jump or dance
Especially when their butt is hanging outta their pants
Now what the hell is that all about
Here's a big boot to the ass hanging out
So you think you're a gangsta
More like a little white suburban pranksta
Tagging up the walls, rolling with the homies
Now you think you're a hoodie
You saw Colors and you got a woody
Then thought up the master plan
Gonna write a rap song and sell it to the white man
I remember when phat was spelled with an F
I remember if you couldn't hear you were deaf
I remember when you were where you were from
And not what you saw on the television son
Wigga wigga - white boy
Wigga wigga - gangsta wanna be
Wigga wigga - white boy your pants are falling down
Could you find them any bigger
All the wiggas in the house say sup - SUP!
Will the wiggas in the house stand up - white boy
Please stand up, please stand up, pull your pants up, will you pull your pants up
Bustin out your funky freash tommys
Looking real dip in the hood thanks to mommy
Pull your hood up - twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid
You want that rap look, so you duped it, you duped it
You want that rap sound, so you looped it, you looped it
Pull your hood up - twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid
Hey white boy, can't you find the beat
You ain't street, you're trippin on your own feet
Pull your hood up - twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid
So you want to live large, Large
Drive fancy cars and hang around with pop stars
Pull your hood up - Pull your hood up
Why you bragging like you bust shit up
Jump, jump, jump around shake that booty get down
White dudes can't jump or dance
Especially when their butt is hanging outta their pants
Now what the hell is that all about
Here's a big boot to the ass hanging out
So you think you're a gangsta
More like a little white suburban pranksta
Tagging up the walls, rolling with the homies
Now you think you're a hoodie
You saw Colors and you got a woody
Then thought up the master plan
Gonna write a rap song and sell it to the white man
I remember when phat was spelled with an F
I remember if you couldn't hear you were deaf
I remember when you were where you were from
And not what you saw on the television son
Wigga wigga - white boy
Wigga wigga - gangsta wanna be
Wigga wigga - white boy your pants are falling down
Could you find them any bigger
All the wiggas in the house say sup - SUP!
Will the wiggas in the house stand up - white boy
Please stand up, please stand up, pull your pants up, will you pull your pants up
Bustin out your funky freash tommys
Looking real dip in the hood thanks to mommy
Pull your hood up - twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid
You want that rap look, so you duped it, you duped it
You want that rap sound, so you looped it, you looped it
Pull your hood up - twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid
Hey white boy, can't you find the beat
You ain't street, you're trippin on your own feet
Pull your hood up - twist your hat crooked
pull your hood up, boy you look stupid
So you want to live large, Large
Drive fancy cars and hang around with pop stars
Pull your hood up - Pull your hood up
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The Rebel You Love to Hate - Lyrics
The Rebel You Love to Hate - Album Credits
Members
- Billy Milano : Vocals, Bass
- John Affe : Guitars
- Danny DNA Burkhardt : Drums
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