What Up My Wigga Wigger song by Nyoil from Primary Album Hood-treason. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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What Up My Wigga Wigger Meaning
| [[NYOIL] Yeah, this is N-Y Oil I’mma tell you somethin, this right here goes out to all them cats Like to run up on a brother talkin ’bout, “What up my nigga!” Yeah?! Aight man We gon’ straighten that out right now, y’knahmean? We gon’ see who the nigga really is okay? [Hook] What up my wigga wigger? What up my wetback? What up my camel jockey? Give your boy some dap What up Jew, what up Christ-killer, what up wop? What up gook, what up spic? Let’s get it poppin pop My towelheads, my ricepickers, it all fits My taco vendors and all of my German oven mitts What up cracker? I ain’t here to offend ya It’s your nigga my nigga what’s the problem don’t you remember? [NYOIL] With no remorse, here’s the force with the forceful cause Cause I’m appalled at the cause that this world forestalls Beware if ye enter, my temper is tempted to beat the offender Who attempted to be down until his face was tendered, now check it You’re awfully brave cause I ain’t hardly a slave I ain’t your nigga my wigga watch your mouth, you better behave, what? Your style is staged, you’re an actor about to get played You want to be “Made?” This ain’t MTV, you about to be SLAIN~! You tried to get in and fit in, you stayed pursuin it We let you in then you ruined it, overdoin it Take your nigga act back, you’re conveniently black Better that, be who you is, otherwise you whack, what? , Yeah, this goes out to all my trailerpark niggas What’s crackin my cracker? Aiyyo a big wet five to all my Puerto Rican niggas What’chu thought ay baby! A big dose of coke to all my Arab niggas And a big kung-fu to all my Asian niggas We holdin you down right, let’s go! [Hook] [NYOIL] C’mon, my unlimited time-limited rhyme limitless Defined gimmicks designed image define limited stress Rep for your set, front for respect, accept nothin less Cause you get tested and disrespected to death, dig it Be yourself only or find yourself lonely, we only Rock for real dudes, we ain’t fuckin with no phonies homey Let in the Arab, Middle-Eastern, Nor-Asian, Malaysian Euros and Nordic peoples, especially Caucausians Pull your pants up and fix your cap Take that doo-rag off, you look soft, you ain’t build for that, what? Robin Hood we know you robbin the hood Of the flavor to ‘press your neighbor, no it’s not all good but dig Hip-Hoppers is unified through the U-N-I So if you and I recognize through the truth and lies Things get different, but in a quick instant Shit, you can get lynched too homey, don’t get it twisted! , Yo, be my brother or don’t be nuttin at all Yo y’all fakers fall, straight like that, let’s go! [Hook] {*KRS-One sample: “Now we got white kids callin themselves niggas*}] |
