Whiteboy - You Know (Remix) lyrics

[Intro - Background Vocals and Kanye West] You know, oh you know, I just want you to know Turn me up, turn me up loud to, loud l-l-l-l-loud, yea, yea! [Hook x2] I just want you to know, I just want you to know I just want you to know, this boy here finna' blow Southside up in here, Westside up in here Eastside up in here, throw your hands in the air [Kanye West] Kanye the best in the game, now we got that, that thing clear Kanye West is the name, Southside up in here Y'all n***as stole the soul, y'all n***as all some clones Y'all need to change y'all tone, n***a I control the gold Motherf**er close the do', light the weed and let the douja blow Why you keep bawlin' though girl, you ain't been around n***as before? Why my chain rosey gold, why my wrist below zero How the hell I know B-Lo, why them girls tell you no means no No means no just as sure as green means go, green means paper Dream team, caper we see haters like shorty on the 'Sixth Sense' Y'all finna' see some dead people, come through ya block and air people My people ain't scared people, only FIG-I-AIR people [Hook x2] [B-Lo] This track really hot so I gotta spit fire in here Vogue and a flo, B-Lo represent west side in here This thang West C-I, do you wanna smoke one to the dome Better hit her good, knock on double wood If it don't affect, then I'm gone I drop bricks on blocks, I got sick on loc' Radio keep my slide, f** it n***a, I'm so high! I set birds in them, but I'm not a Vir-Gee-In! Platinum sh**, that's my plan, if a n***a really want it then Cadillac, slam the doors, keep a chick all in 'em oh My n***as all from the go, Do Or Die way too cold Iced out way to cold, my sh** way to fro! But a n***a already kno! But a n***a already know! [White Boy] Rap profit, plat gothic, slash convict raps jock it, phat Pockets mac, hopin' crack, poppin' stacks Droppin' cakes, stoppin' wakes, knockin' hate And you fakes, watchin' base, on relate Gossip fakes and I make, options In case I catch a case gots to pay, confrentrate Need ya way, from this place, cause it ain't common If this ain't the way, Kan-ye, then it's straight Colleges, in ya veins cause you spit what you came from Straight knowledge, I was raised in the street Praised in my heat, holdin' on my Nextel Hopin' for my next cell, focused on the best cell Smokin' on a fresh L, posted like FedEx mail [Hook 2x] [Kanye West - Talking] Yo, by the way This the Academics Genius Level Mixtape Volume 2