White Kids Love Hip Hop

White kids love hip hop and disc jocks, go-carts and fist fights,
Getting drunk on Bud, then getting high like a pitch pipe.
Are you an MC Chris type--a hip hop loving half-pint?
Then just turn on your heartlight*. A bunsen burner barfly.
This is our time*. Blast it from the boombox. Liberate the Goondocks*.
Saw your cousin in a, a tube top. Bust a nugget in a, a tube sock.
It’s Tupac. It’s big pop. It’s hip hop. It don’t stop.
I love that song. I love that groove, motherfucker. Well, I can’t help but move.
So if you don’t mind, if it’s alright with you,
I’m gonna get in the Electric Slide line just to prove that

White kids love hip hop.
White kids love hip hop.
White kids love hip hop.
Oooh.

White kids love hip hop and Axl*, tractors and Rambo*,
Playing "Unreal Tournament"* with infinite ammo.
Taggers and vandals in black socks and sandals
Doing as many drugs as they can motherfucking handle.
Skipping school, breaking rules, and flipping the bird,
Fast food cartoons* after hitting some herb.
Freaking them flirts, making them purr til it hurts,
Just a couple nerds clocking the curbs.
A couple of words about my nilla-wiggas,
Packin peters that are measured in milimeters.
We don’t talk in the theaters like we’re Siskel and Ebert.
We drink box wine and we listen to Weezer.