Kool Keith - A Black Kid Who Think He's White Lyrics

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[Kool Keith:]

Oh~! No

Kooooooooooooooooool, Keith

The Personal Album

Been there, before where you're tryin to go

You're not the main attraction, why you actin like the show?

First let's start with how many people you know

You need juice to rock, boost to rock

You still drop names occasionally, to advance off your block

How many CD's can you stock?

You'll be dissapointed with aftershock

A inner city person, that think they Woodstock

You're over the hill, over the bill

Type of pedestrian, to force the look preppie, you can't be Phil

The A Street look, don't take you up the hill

[Chorus:]

A black kid who think he's white

A black kid who think he's whiiii-iiii-iii-ite

A black kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid

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[Kool Keith:]

Bad upbringing left you cold, accepted by few

Looking in the mirror, you don't know you

No soul wit'chu, avoiding your uncles and aunts

Stiff on the dancefloor, you're buying straight leg pants more

You connive to settle the score

Everyday is drizzle for you, rain and fog I fizzle for you

You think woman adore you, many don't hear you

A lot ignore you, a baby with a pacifier

You think people gotta be there for you

Mom's biggest baby, drivin that woman crazy

You're not innovative, you're lazy

I made you, you didn't make me, you underestimate me

Even with overweight wannabe millionaires you couldn't fake me

[Chorus]

[Kool Keith:]

Where's the proper respect? A guy with no manners

Can't stand the soul food, rather go out Von Dutch

Don't know the real from the fake, lookin for a big shot

Will the misfits fail, I know you better you won't get the Hollywood break

The superstar birthday party, blow out a celebrity cake

Whatever you got left, is not that hot

One flight of steps, milk the cow for what it's worth

A cursed person, to your last breath

Many floss at the pubs, the effort you give is F

Go home clean up your room, straighten up your mess

Straighten up your mess

[Chorus]

[Keith: singing to the end]

A black kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid

A black kid, who think he's white

Some kind of person who's thinkin he's white

A blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack kid~!

A black kid, who thinks he's white white white white white white

A black kid

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