By the city light I was buggin' out all night.
Gave it to ya good, 'cause you said that I was just a
White boy. Well I'm a white man.
Nothin' is scarier. Just ask son of sam.

Ya never know when I'm gonna strike next.
I don't even know why i like ghetto tricks

I'm a serial wigga
Gonna get bigga'
Than Biggie Smalls. Fillin' mad halls.
I don't hang in malls; just sell in 'em.
Big blue balls, ya know I'm gonna win 'em.

'Cause everybody knows, and everybody goes.
Only thing depends is the degree that we hoes.

I'm buggin, I'm buggin I need a
Fix 'cause I'm goin' down.
Down to tha place that I
Left up town.
I'm turnin' tricks just ta get around.
Now I'm lookin' for my man,
Forty dollars in my hand,
I guess some things never change,
You're a junkie.
Try ta make a living 'cause ya know that we hoes.
Everybody knows, and everybody goes.
Only thing depends is the degree that we hoes.

I got a pocket fulla cash and a tank fulla gas.
Sack fulla grass and a nice piece of ass.
Like to have a blast, but I don't suck glass.
Born and raised and remain middle class.
Got a Big Black collection,
If ya know what I'm sayin'.
Most people don't.
Sonic, beastie, ill youth,
If you feel what I'm meaning?
Most freaks will.

I'm buggin, I'm buggin I beat the beat
'Till I get satisfied.
Like, Robert Johnson, walk side by side.
It don't mean a thing, If they call it the white boy swing.
Do wop, zoo wop do wop do wop zoo wop whaaaa

I'm a serial wigga
Gonna get bigga'
Than Biggie Smalls. Fillin' mad halls.
I don't hang in malls; just sell in 'em.
Big blue balls, ya know I'm gonna win 'em.

'Cause everybody knows, and everybody goes.
Only thing depends is the degree that we hoes.

Dust my broom. Dust my broom.
Woke up this morning, dust my broom.
Go back home. Go back home.
I believe I'll go back home