Lyrics > Boss Hog – White Sand

Plays the ladies smooth as Texaco
That’s the man they call White Sand
One bad mister single X chromosome
Hang on, stroke that head of his
I got a shout out for my girl Hollis

Hoo ha

White Sand

I got to call the White Sand

White Sand

I got to call

three, four

Gots talent for diversities
Gonna leverage his own history
Get me on the telephone started
Real deal genuine Uncle Sam
White noise, what he say to me?
Had to go to the system home alone
Never seen a grey to this day
That’s the man they like to call White Sand

White Sand

White Sand

Hoo ha

Mr Manners, no Bogart
Take everything, go on
Dive in and keep your distance
Only thing that he ever knew
Make you suffer sky blue
Succinct, he has a plan
Keep your cool, I can see through it
White Sand you don’t scare me

White Sand

Breakdance

White Sand

White Sand

White Sand