You can do your thing and wear lots of bling
It don't mean that you come from the hood
And you can ignore when they say to reform
And be a normal white guy like you should

You can try to rap but you would sound like crap
You can game with Snoop, Pharrell, and Dre
And you can pimp your ride and hang on the Westside
But you'd look like a poser, as they say

CHORUS:
Please don't do that dance
That fakey breaky dance
You'll probably fall on your face
And if you do that dance
And wear those baggy pants
You'll look like such a mental case

You can call her phat but you'll just get a smack
That's not real nice to say to any girl
And you can go get crunk and say that you've got spunk
But it'll make your homies go and hurl

You can tell D12 that they can go to hell
You'll end up in a song by Eminem
If you try acting black they'll ask you to step back
And never try again to be like them

CHORUS (repeat until end)