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Haystak Car Fulla White Boys

a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) [siren] (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys

for a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) [siren] (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys

I was told I would never excel Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail Destined to fail But I done came to far to turn back Just poor white trash

much on expressin my feelins So let me just slip on that sexual healin And while we just sittin here cheifin and chillin You ever thought about bein Mrs. Mak Million A house full

of control Thinking bout platinum and gold Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now Reckon you bitches gonna learn You can't keep Haystak down

[Verse 1] Can I get some of that CD money That platinum Master P money That Puff Daddy, Jay-Z money That Eightball, MJG money That Pimp C, Bun B money

I wish you could see me crying like a baby Grieving not believing he's on a machine keeping him breathing He aint leaving hell naw he's staying right