"East of L.A." genre: Satire
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	CD: Dick Whitey and Poundhouse   Label: RoughTongueRecords Credits: Generalovich
	Lyrics Its tough on the streets when you grow up black You always gotta watch your back Drive bys, suckas sellin dope I wouldnt know Im as fuckin white as snow Im from the suburbs, went to catholic church Made the team cos my dad was the coach - ewe, that hurts I tried to hang with the bros but I just didnt mix So I got the idea to start a band with other white dicks We took our show to the local record co They said thats pretty good but why not give this a go They put on some really funky jive with an African twist and an urban overdrive We said Hey, what is that stuff? They said We dont know either, but the kids, they eat it up We started rappin, yea, we hit the road People were laughin, but the money, it overflowed The idea was to score just big enough to one day then do our original stuff BUT We realized it was easier to steal from another culture than to keep ourselves real I dont know why anybody would buy Something they could get from a thousand other guys But just as long as this shitll sell Ill give you rap thats as white as hell Im a white boy Im so fuckin white You can see me coming a mile away in the dead of night Yo B I got something to say Straight from the suburbs - East of LA All my homies theyre all white too and shit Its really a drag to try and rap about it So I create an alter ego that drives an Eldorado And bumps at the stop lights next to the Chicanos I like to rap but Im so damn white my friends say its an uphill fight But I rap anyway cos I like the scene and let me tell ya the suburbs aint all that clean We got malls and Im here to report That no ones really safe sitting in the food court Security guards always on the beat To sneak into the movies ya have to be fast on your feet I gotta be different, I gotta be the freak I bought an earring and stuck it through my ass cheeks I steal my money though my parents give me cash I say why be white when you can be white trash Im a white boy Im so fuckin white You can see me coming a mile away in the dead of night Yo B I got something to say Straight from the suburbs - East of LA So you say white rap is gay But the record companies they back us up all the way They dress us up like we just walked out of jail We cover our bodies with tattoos so we dont look so pale But mostly things are pretty good We dont really have to live in a bad neighborhood Bitches to my left, bitches to my right I guess they think cos I act black that I can do it all night And if I do, yea Ill surely brag Ill make sure that everyone knows that Im not a fag The problem is Im not the real thing All I ever wanted to do was sing So Im contrived and Im not real pretty But Im gonna bring white rap to your city Im a white boy Im so fuckin white You can see me coming a mile away in the dead of night Yo B I got something to say Straight from the suburbs - East of LA

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