White
Young Jeezy feat. Yo Gotti Lyrics


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United States of America, nigga
Land of the free
Nigga what you'd do for your country?
You know what I'd do for mine?
Everything but go to war, nigga
Yeah, I'm into it with niggas right around the corner from me
I ain't gotta go out the motherfucking country to shoot them choppers nigga, hah
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans (hey!)
American, land of the free
National anthem shit
My country 'tis of thee
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Crip and Blood shit
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute

Colombians and Mexicans, I'm tryna re-up (I am)
Stop the beat let's get something understood, I stay G'd up
Maybach with my feet up, AK when I creep up
My young niggas rep Blood Gang, my OGs rep Hoover
All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot up
Little bad bitch got no aim, she must work at Hooters
Remember being in New York when the towers blew up
Now I got a 911 Porsche with the blue guts
Rims'll make you throw up, something to make you blow up
Niggas getting little money, when you gon' grow up?
Louis from the toe up (fresh)
Street nigga, so what? (I am)
Louis XIII and I just tell them bitches poor up (work)

Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans (hey!)
American, land of the free
National anthem shit
My country 'tis of thee
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Crip and Blood shit
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute

Voila, haha, 18 wheeler fulla'
Pounds of midget green and thirty bricks inside a Honda
He don't speak any English, all he know is numbers
That's my mans, he plug me and he gon' get me through the summer (hey!)
He don't know my name, him there just a runner
He pick it up and drop it off then he gets him yonder
Land of the free, run up if you wanna
Suicide mission, we got choppers in this Hummer
Red, white, and blue, I'm no politician
But I live in a white house so I feel presidential
I pledge allegiance to the flag, United Streets of America
In God we trust, in one we stand, I'll always be a hustler
Work

Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans (hey!)
American, land of the free
National anthem shit
My country 'tis of thee
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Crip and Blood shit
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute

The block Frank Sinatra, thirty thousand feet up in the air, eating lobster
Doing what I gotsta'
Catch me at the tables, hundred thousand a marker (cash)
Goons gon' hit you with five, loud when we spark ya (pah)
Fucking with the wrong set, ain't even perform yet (uh-uh)
Short one to AC, Vegas we took the long jet
Blue chip in the field, red one on the horn bet
Money straight, work good, the neck ain't did me wrong yet
Poppy, they come in powder form 'til we rock 'em up (ha)
Land of the free, but they tryna lock me up
Ha, I'm in the trap 'til the sky change
Drug dealer nightmares, millionaire migraines
Work, what

Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans (hey!)
American, land of the free
National anthem shit
My country 'tis of thee
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Crip and Blood shit
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue (hey!)
Red, white, and blue (hey!)




Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute

Overall Meaning

The song "White" by Young Jeezy feat. Yo Gotti is a commentary on the drug trade in America, set against the backdrop of "land of the free." The song talks about the different suppliers of drugs in American society, ranging from Colombians, Mexicans to Dominicans. It depicts the drug trade as a way of life, with the artists boasting about their connections, and even narrating the specifics of their transactions. They express their loyalty to the American nation through their allegiance to the red, white, and blue, which also happens to be the colors of their Crip and Blood affiliations. The lyrics salutes the American flag and the country's national anthem but simultaneously praises drugs and the money that comes with distributing them. The lyrics portray the drug trade as a business that demands loyalty and respect and as a way of life that is worth risking everything for.


Line by Line Meaning

United States of America, nigga
This is America, my home country.


Land of the free
This is a country where people enjoy freedom.


Nigga what you'd do for your country?
What would you do for your country?


You know what I'd do for mine?
I am willing to do anything for my country.


Everything but go to war, nigga
I am willing to do anything except going to war.


Yeah, I'm into it with niggas right around the corner from me
I have enemies in my own neighborhood.


I ain't gotta go out the motherfucking country to shoot them choppers nigga, hah
I don't have to leave the country to use my weapons against my enemies.


Colombians, Mexicans
These are people who can supply me with drugs.


Even got some work from the Dominicans (hey!)
I even have drug deals with people from the Dominican Republic.


American, land of the free
This is still America, a place where people are free to pursue their dreams.


National anthem shit
I am proud to be an American and celebrate it like singing the national anthem.


My country 'tis of thee
I love this country and I feel a deep sense of loyalty to it.


Red, white, and blue (hey!)
These are the colors of the American flag that represent loyalty, purity, and justice.


Crip and Blood shit
I belong to the Crip gang, and we have a fierce rivalry with the Blood gang.


Nigga I salute
I show respect for the flag and the country it represents.


Cocaine shit
I am involved in the drug trade and cocaine is one of the drugs I sell.


Colombians and Mexicans, I'm tryna re-up (I am)
I am trying to get more drugs from my suppliers in Colombia and Mexico.


Stop the beat let's get something understood, I stay G'd up
I am tough and always ready to fight if necessary.


Maybach with my feet up, AK when I creep up
I like luxury and comfort, but I also keep a gun close by.


My young niggas rep Blood Gang, my OGs rep Hoover
My younger associates belong to the Blood gang, while my older associates belong to the Hoover gang.


All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot up
All I have are people who are good at shooting guns and that's what we do.


Little bad bitch got no aim, she must work at Hooters
This woman is a terrible shot, she probably works at Hooters (a restaurant known for its attractive waitresses).


Remember being in New York when the towers blew up
I was in New York when the Twin Towers were destroyed in the 9/11 terrorist attacks.


Now I got a 911 Porsche with the blue guts
These days I own a Porsche 911 with blue interior.


Rims'll make you throw up, something to make you blow up
My fancy car rims may make you envious and my drugs will help you get high.


Niggas getting little money, when you gon' grow up?
These guys are not making enough money, when are they going to learn how to succeed?


Louis from the toe up (fresh)
I'm wearing fashionable Louis Vuitton clothing from head to toe.


Street nigga, so what? (I am)
Yes, I am a street guy and I don't apologize for it.


Louis XIII and I just tell them bitches pour up (work)
I am drinking high-end cognac called Louis XIII and telling female servers to get to work.


Voila, haha, 18 wheeler fulla'
Here it is, a semi-truck full of drugs.


Pounds of midget green and thirty bricks inside a Honda
This truck is loaded with marijuana and thirty bricks of cocaine that came in a Honda car.


He don't speak any English, all he know is numbers
This dealer doesn't know English but he's good with numbers, which is all that matters.


That's my mans, he plug me and he gon' get me through the summer (hey!)
This is my friend, he can supply me with drugs and help me stay afloat financially during the summer.


He don't know my name, him there just a runner
This dealer only knows me by my code name since he is just a low-level runner.


Land of the free, run up if you wanna
This is the land of the free, but you can try running up on me and see what happens.


Suicide mission, we got choppers in this Hummer
This is a dangerous mission, but we're prepared for it and have weapons in a Hummer vehicle.


I'm no politician
I am not a politician or involved in politics.


But I live in a white house so I feel presidential
I may not be a politician, but I feel important because I live in a fancy house like the White House.


I pledge allegiance to the flag, United Streets of America
I pledge loyalty to the American flag and the United States of America where I live.


In God we trust, in one we stand, I'll always be a hustler
I believe in God and unity, but I will always be a hustler (someone who works hard and makes money)


The block Frank Sinatra, thirty thousand feet up in the air, eating lobster
I am a true baller, living large like Frank Sinatra, even if it means eating lobster in a plane 30,000 feet in the air.


Doing what I gotsta'
I am doing what I have to do.


Catch me at the tables, hundred thousand a marker (cash)
You can find me playing high stakes games and betting money. I can easily bet hundreds of thousands of dollars.


Goons gon' hit you with five, loud when we spark ya (pah)
My goons (criminal associates) will beat you up and make sure it's loud when they shoot their guns.


Fucking with the wrong set, ain't even perform yet (uh-uh)
You're messing with the wrong people and I haven't even started showing you what we're capable of.


Short one to AC, Vegas we took the long jet
We took a short trip to Atlantic City, but to go to Vegas we needed to take a longer flight by private jet.


Blue chip in the field, red one on the horn bet
I am betting money on both sides of the table in a casino game, a blue chip on one side, and a red chip on the other.


Money straight, work good, the neck ain't did me wrong yet
My finances are in order, the drug business is going well, and I haven't been betrayed yet.


Poppy, they come in powder form 'til we rock 'em up (ha)
The drugs they bring me are in powder form, but I will turn them into rock form.


Land of the free, but they tryna lock me up
I live in a country where people should be free, but authorities are trying to imprison me for my criminal activity.


Ha, I'm in the trap 'til the sky change
I am living in the drug-dealing 'trap' and will continue to do so until I die.


Drug dealer nightmares, millionaire migraines
I may be making a lot of money selling drugs, but it also comes with dangerous consequences and stressful problems.




Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: JASON PHILLIPS, MARIO SENTELL GIDEN, MICHAEL SMITH

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