shay: like that?
rick: hell yeeeaaahhh...
shay: White Boy...
         now its shay rappinrite now
         shay rappin rite now
         yes i am
rick: yes he is.
shay: im still rappin rite now
         even though we talkin bout crap
        talkin bout White Boy has tracks...
Both: stop that
rick: theres no guy slicka
        than this slick rick nicka
shay: man, i wish that
         i had some more snicksz
rick: talkin bout food
       its makin me sicka
shay: well im sorry
         im hungry like a nigga
         ...Everybody wanna have cash in their stash
rick: poor little shay
       hes got a schlong rash
shay: anything thats White Boy
         is crap dap
rick: we aint got no profits
        'cause we jus talk smack
shay: i wish i had a girl
        so i could call her
rick: 'just want you one bad chick
       so u can spoil her
        shay wanna get some...respect..
       got as much respect
        as my nutsac gets
shay: ricky walks arounf the house sayin
         "lick my nuts, slick my nuts"
          mom says, "Stop talkin bout nuts."
         Ricky closes the door
          'cause he's tired of rules
 rick: at home, in the stores, even in the schools

Chorus:
don't touch us
cuz we're red
like the hot
we're tryin to
jine niggas a lot
uh ha ha ha ha
we get the feelin sometimes
that makes us wonder
will we always be hungry?
(will we always be hungry?)
we get the feelin sometimes
that makes us wonder
will we always be hungry?
(will we always be hungry?)

shay: broken glass
         everywhere
rick: when shay pushed stephanie
        rowdy sure did care
         and they woke me up
         and gave me a scare
shay: and we just stayed outside...
          ...and stared at the stairs

don't touch us
cuz we're red
like the hot
we're tryin to
jine niggas (niggas niggas niggas niggas...)
a lot