Testi:
White Boys Pump Me Up

my record cause it's so damn stunnin When you hear it pump it up, pick up the pace Yo M.J. (pump that bass) [scratching of] (Pump me up) I'm definitely

to try to pop it to Daz A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest Couple of ladies skating waiting on some info Them white boys

Bagging you up, and I don't mean Glad Stacking you up and I don't hear your mans laughing it up no more Running his mouth, or backing it up no more Leaving

my cash, buyin up hella toys And all I'm fuckin with is rich-ass white boys Took him out the glass but he lookin dirty white Washed him off with the acetone

as I aim with my right eye 'Cause at the end all the whites die Pay is what you owe I'll have a hundred and fifty billion blacks at the white house front

that boy Chamill Always give ya somethin that boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel Gotta give you sumthin that you boys gon feel

But he got too old to jump up and down So he put down the mic and picked the guitar up Started singin the blues like there was no tomorrow Left his boys

hard man Bumpin in your car man Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan Swingin on a vine Suckin on a piece of swine Jiggaboo come up from behind

Boys Are Up To Something Again (Thats Right) Look, Them Boys Are Up To Something Again (Thats Right) Look, Them Boys Are Up To Something Again (Thats Right) Look, Them Boys