Lyrics:
a whole lot of racks
Whole lot of money, got a whole lot of that (stacks, stacks)
He gon' make me spend them bands on you (yeah)
They gon' make me
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
brothers in the SS
Now I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever
grudge
We have to hurry to get them in scrape
Fight
Acrid smell of smoke in the air
White flag's rising, mainmast breaks
Ears go deaf by my
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
ou
Hey bru, have you heard of this Jack Parow boytjie
Spot me china, spot me
Ja I'm picking up what you putting down hey, I'm feeling your pain stain
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
coo, coooo!
Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and
This is my brother Doug.
How's it going, eh?
Beauty, eh?
Yeah, I
to fight back cause the new jack black macks
Ain't did shit about that, whack, jackin'
And I'm packin'
'Cause I'm down for the bank I'm stackin'
And in
hard to think about the
Bullshit I been through
I'll slam you with this
Lil' bitch like jiu-jit'su
I'll up top, brother man, boy get sent to
Jack Man,
want to jack
On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin
Gossiping about the latest Compton killin
Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep
everything but either is brokeness
Give me a knife cause I can't live off happiness
Once a brother said I can't work for the white kind
Standing on the corner
Stay loyal get to work and we get you a chain
So I'm locked in like a missile
In the stu yea cookin up hits surrounded by bitches and pistols
Like mighty
A reflection of what's wrong
With everything we
Constructed to gain
All the world has to offer
By killing the children
So that we whites could prosper
Oh yes
Bands on me
I got these bands on me
I got these bands on me
They say money don't grow on trees
I got these bands on me
That means I'm built like
up by the white man
The dirty, rich and powerful came up with a master plan
Sold us drugs and fucked us up, cuffed up my fucking hand
They let me live
Sellin' shit to the motherfuckin' Columbians and rich niggaz
Crime isn't time from the brothers
Hey you say it don't pay, it's payin white motherfuckers
coo, coo, coo, coooo!||(Spoken):|Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and|this is my brother Doug.|How's it going,
come like I beep 'em
Tried to jack, stepped up and got popped
Cause I'm takin out scum like "Robocop"
Twistin off rhymes in a lyrical knot
The temporary,
Imma ride to the top
No we cannot be stopped
I don’t play about the fam
Got my hands all in them grams
And I’m run-in through these bands
Threw about
AXL
Look
I'm feelin' like Adriano in Pro 6
I got the Off-White logo on both kicks
Already gone by the time that I post pics
Trap money, rap
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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