Lyrics:
Youngsta he said "big homie I'm with you to the death"
I told him "its CMG we go to war we never ask for help"
Bands on deck like a high school
Blood
Skrrt (trippin')
Bands, bands, bands (yes sir)
Goddamn, damn, damn (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)
Got
the superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita
Rally chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers
And Ying Yang twins,
the Superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita, Rally Chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers and Ying Yang twins
Standin' on the corner of Royal Street,
On a Sunday afternoon
Out there by the old A & P
Barefoot in the sun in June.
I saw her playin' with the
Big
my season
Yea, ya shawty a eater
Son, we boolin in Lima
In Peru for tha weekend
Coming up, it takes time
Face tha world, this real life
Meditate
Be easy, man tell you how it feels to be
On top of the world
But y'all niggas better take it slow
Don't body ya self don't body ya self
Yeah, don't
Be easy, man tell you how it feels to be
On top of the world
But y'all niggas better take it slow
Don't body ya self don't body ya self
Yeah, don't
along the main road
How can they call it High Street?
I said "Hello" to a face I know
But he had someone to meet.
Then I noticed that the sea was
the one eyed Reilly
Giddy I Ay,
Try it on your own brass drum
She walks along Fitzgibbon Street
With an independent air
And then it's down to Summerhill
Yeah
Butterbean KO's with brass knuckles
Eat a flame thrower smoke flower power
On Kong's tower this diesel sour my spliff steam take a boujee shower
an example by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only
brass band of gratitude
Not quite dormant in my belly
It said so in a human voice
"Bellow forth"
And who among us could ignore such odd
And precise
own man not even cold as me (let's go)
Every time I have a show, gotta sell it out 'fore I go to sleep (sleep, whoa)
We got some new bands
We got
this'll grow 'em up
Hundred and fifty K every
Time Pusha showing up
Shimmering hand, shimmering band
I'm glimmer man
Chain star-studded like it's Viva La
making they hand spin
If it's gang gang
My nigga come throw some bands in
Invest in a school downsize from all the mansion
Beautiful estate but really
(DY Krazy)
Starin' at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don't matter
Got my currency exchanged, got my bands up
I'm a ty-tycoon, that's
Say my neck 'bout to break
My chain too heavy (It boutta break)
Rebirth of Lou Scott Makaveli (Ooh, purp)
Born stacking bread like the deli
(I do, I've
Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie decide not to have that abortion
And put me in a can or even take me to the ocean
Seen
on principle
Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my
snatched
We on the way, RBG gang, you know we all wit it
We tote them things, we tote them k’s, and you know I'll take a sentence
Late nights posted by
Of wheat
Delete
Just rinse
Repeat
Produce
The streets
My money making money
So it stacks
And Benjamin be
Everywhere I'm at
All these rubber bands
All these
wanna say
"BAOW" and get ya crew amped up
Cause now-a days a "BAOW" is really all
It take for the gas to start
I've mastered arts
I say I'm the devil in
to the miniature train cars, they even built a bridge designed by the Golden Gate architect guy
I have a lot of affection for that place and its people
Maybe we
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