Lyrics:

White boy, why you wanna say 'sup'? Why you braggin' like you bust shit up? Jump, jump, jump around Shake that booty, get down White dude's can't jump or dance Especially when their butt is hanging out of their pants Now what the hell is that all about? Here's a big boot to your ass hanging out! So you think you're a gangsta More like a white sub-urban pranksta Tagging up the walls, hanging with the homies Now you think you're a hoodie You saw Colors and you got a woody Then thought up the master plan Gonna write a rap song and sell it to the white man I remember when 'phat' was spelled with an F I remember if you couldn't hear you were deaf I remember when you were where you were from And not what you saw on the television, son Wigga, wigga - white boy Wigga, wigga - gangsta wanna-be Wigga, wigga - white boy Your pants are falling down Could you find 'em any bigger? All the wiggas in the house say sup - sup! Will the wiggas in the house stand up - white boy Please stand up, please stand up Pull your pants up, will you pull your pants up Bustin out your funky fresh Tommy's Looking real dip in the hood, thanks to mommy Pull your hood up, twist your hat crooked Pull your hood up, boy you look stupid You want that rap look - so you duped, you duped it You want that rap sound - so you looped it, you looped it Pull your hood up, twist your hat crooked Pull your hood up, boy you look stupid Hey white boy, can't you find the beat? You ain't street, you're trippin on your own feet Pull your hood up, twist your hat crooked Pull your hood up, boy you look stupid! So you wanna live large - large Drive fancy cars and hang around with pop stars Pull your hood up - pull your hood up I remember when.........