Discover the poetic beauty in ‘White Meat’ by 8Ball. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 8Ball or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
[Eightball]
Full of all kinda drugs high as a giraffe
Pussy nigga better not get too close, Nigga better not try and push me
We got them thangs, I mean them things that go bang bang
Don’t give a f*ck who you with, don’t give a f*ck if you got some change
Take your necklace, take your watch, take your diamond rangs
Way back in the game, when a nigga use to have sell rock cocaine
Right now today, I’ma grab the mic and bring the pain
Go fucking insane, everything I say go straight to ya brain
Lil Jon on the beat, bout’a tear this bitch up out the frame
You better leave if you thing you just a little lame
Tuck your chain don’t get caught when this here song come on
Look at my face, that’s gon’ tell you niggas something wrong
[Chorus]
I heard you niggas don’t like me (like me)
I know you boys want to fight me (fight me)
I know where your kids and yo wife be (wife be)
Buss a nigga head till da white meat (meat) [Repeat: x2]
[MJG]
Real killers, tough niggas, loud mouth rough niggas
Can’t stay out’a handcuff niggas ain’t enough niggas
Toughen up niggas, I’m a, artillery specialist
Never da fucking less I get pimping naturally effortless
Coming up outta regions where motherfuckers is needing
MJG to speak for ’em, continue to see for ’em
I ran the street with ’em, concrete defeat with ’em
I made them hoes pick ’em, I made them go, stick ’em
Pimp tight, MJ, fucking GM, luckily
Married to this 45, under my fucking seat
Talking, pulling pistols out and shooting never shook me
You boys can’t hook me listen what the hook be
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon] (Lil Bo and Big Sam)
We ain’t scared’a f*ck niggas, we ain’t scared’a whole cliques
F*ck them niggas, take they hoes, and they muthafucking shit
(f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em)
We ain’t scared’a f*ck niggas, we ain’t scared’a whole cliques
F*ck them niggas, take they hoes, and they muthafucking shit
(f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em)
You think you bad nigga, (WHAT), You think you hard nigga, (what)
Yo clique ain’t shit, we pull your car nigga, (what)
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, we roll on a pussy nigga
(bird hey) (hey)
I don’t give a f*ck nigga, stole on that pussy nigga
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, we roll on a pussy nigga
(bird hey) (hey)
I don’t give a f*ck nigga, stole on that pussy nigga
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon]
Oh we some headbussas, oh we some headbussas
We crack a nigga skull, we some head bussas [Repeat: x4]
[Lil Bo and Big Sam]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey(X4)