Former Fat Boys - My Side of the Tracks lyrics

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