I'm the definition of, white boy, no thug
Ask my mom, White Boy - that's whassup
Arch Deluxe, We all yellin "Wazzap!"
Two years old, still laugh too much
Don't wanna miss a thing, on our playlists
2 legit 2 quit, Hammer's the man
We still here, my rappin' needs a rest
I try to write rhymes, but they don't send me checks (ahh!)
Who's the boss? Land of the lost
With Fat Albert and Diff'rent strokes I'm totally lost
Reege and Kathy Lee (who else?) Always on the TV
And Regis's new partner, she's ugly, trust me
I'm a white boy, and I try to rap
But I look stupid trying to do it wearing old navy and gap(yeah)
It's official, Survivor at 8 on channel 2
But when I try to be ghetto I don't have a clue

[Chorus]
We're enunciating, we enunciate
I have no talent, I'm a White Boy for life
We're enunciating, we enunciate
I have no talent, I'm a White Boy for life

Aiyyo strait from the Suburban streets
I press play, But I can't stay with the heavy beat(uh-huh)
All a sudden everybody got a problem wit me
I can't be rappin as assistant manager at Circuit City
And you know what? For some strange reason
I decided to buy minutes from the PTA meeting
Everybody get the word out I'm believin'
I'll be middle class until I stop breathing
Get a ball meet me at the bowling lanes
Still in the gutter in the third game
I lost it all by the fourth frame
Get the paint, I'm painting my riding mower with flames
Mow the lawn; no rain
It feels short, the hose gets to the front lawn first
Watering my lawn to the beat I'm so exhausted
On the cover of home and garden better living or Family circle bitch

[Chorus]

Nothing changed since yesterday
It's still just another day
I still got oreos, walk down to starbucks cafe
Wash it all down with a triple latte
Still got cash to blow, buy an espresso
Everybody know, need espresso
That's fo' sho', bottles of pop
All that schlock, bass in the background
It's 5o'clock, freeway's blocked (hahaha)
Mail to get, pancakes to flip
Bars to sit at and watch the game wit bums that drink
Shows to see, make sure I watch Maury at 3
Lost the beat, can't believe that I MC
White Boy 'til my number's up (White Boy)
Gotta love it, there's none above it
Can't get down like that, don't believe I can rap like that
I never have no talent, and here
Everybody' middle class here!

[Chorus] - 2X

White boy.. we're e-nunciating
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We're enunciating.. we ain't gon' slur our words
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We're enunciating.. we ain't gon' slur our words
We're enunciating.. we ain't gon' slur our words
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh
Cause it's White Boy for life!