| Lyrics: | Now everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up and follow me
Everybody from the
313
Put your mothefucking hands up
Look Look
Now while he stands tough
Notice
that this man did not had his hands up
This free world got you gased up
Now who's afraid of
the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac,
1
You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none
This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,
I know
everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer
with my mom,
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who
shoots
himself in the leg with his own gun,
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And
Wink did fuck my girl,
I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't ever try
to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck i've been through
But i know something
about you
You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school
What's the matter dawg? You
embarrased?
This guy's a gangster, he's real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home
with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna
battle, He's shook
'Cause there no such things as half-way crooks
He's scared to
death
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook
Fuck the beat, i go
acapella
Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you
doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
And fuck this battle, I don't
wanna win, I'm outty,
Here, tell these people something they dont know about me. |
