30 frat boys walk in collars popped
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40 bangers walk in the collars drop
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they stomped, its a romp
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they about to call in the cops
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then i come walking through Moses with a message from god
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so i part the seas of these two new jets and Capulets
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egos hurting, pride needs swallowing, stop the violence
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don't try this kids, no one's tried this before i did
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i about to teach tolerance open your eyelids
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in the club its crowded, i'm about to puke my shirt
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at least when rabbit tried this he was fucking poor as dirt
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but me standing here in my fucking Ralph Lauren
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surrounded by a collapsing crowd of angry young black men
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and i'm slow at first bust, my cadence is rushed,
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take a look at my face like Moulin Rouge i'm blushed
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breath control hard feels like my chests been crushed
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but i been ready to emerge so in myself I trust
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i can hear the oohs and ahhs, believe it they can't
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and they all screaming this white preppie can rap
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and the verse is about done, finish with a chorus
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and take my place as raps first Zack Morris
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i've been long time time comin
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and you've askin been for it
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and i've been talking trash back
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welcome to my side of the tracks
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and you've been calling me out
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wanna know what i'm all about
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wanna see if i can bring the game back
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welcome to my side of the tracks
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not always formerly fat, spent my childhood chunky
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daddy's called in daily cuz kids would kick punch and jump me
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principals believe stories, counselors said fight back
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so this little fat friendless kid got on the attack
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but then everyone wants a piece of the biggest kid in class
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and i'm 10 running from high schoolers kicking my ass
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my backpack's open, books flying out of the sack
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he lands a punch to my head, on the asphalt splat
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bloody noses and eyes, daily asking god why
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even kids in the suburbs got shit to deal with in their lives
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desperate and lonely, the wrong crowd's seeming right
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stealing shit, feeling it, now i'm enjoying my life
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mom always said my mouth was my biggest enemy next to me
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and i guess she was right about that we see
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there i am laying praying for my life, car tires skid
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and there's a gun a really one in the streets of Park Ridge
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and suddenly I'm wishing that I could still be a kid,
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but the joke is I was trying to deal with all that shit
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still we all got our growing pains, the Seavers proved that
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but it wasn't all white picket fences on my side of the tracks
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i'm tall, i'm white, i'm hood, i'm prep
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i'm smart, i'm sexy, i'm contagious like strep
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i'm blonde, i'm blue eyed, i'm passionate, i'm playful,
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i'm dark, i'm crazy, i'm Cain crossed with Able
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Mother approved they know i'll care for their girl
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back in the sack, on her back, making the toes curl
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cuz i took it
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slow and steady i think I won the race
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now i'm the guy you hate always lifting the weights
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taking thetas on dates while you sit and masturbate
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and i can see the hate, every time my song gets played
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but you can't live in the past i got dreams to see through
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i'm here to represent a new face of the today's youth
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IĄŻll be riding with will smith, chillin with the prez
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not sitting at the drug store popping cherry pez
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but fuck that shit cuz its time to rap
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throw on Underoos and a sideways white sox cap
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and attack left hook, right hook, my hook in ya head
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my song playing while you got the girl in ya bed
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all i really wants ta sit on porches and reminisce
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about the days growin up and the first person you kissed
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and to have kids, a dog, a yard, and a beautiful wife
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and coach little league with my buddies, now that'd be the life
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My Side Of The Tracks
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| Former Fat Boys |
