Way before my gang of three I was the weird rock nigga from the ING Riding a skateboard with all eyez on me Rocking Tupac tees and bumping Morrissey But it's all good, y'all just let me live And I won't deny a motherfucking thing I did I got thrown in jail, had a couple of kids Got in a couple of fights, split a couple of wigs Almost died, eight times my lifeline fell flat But I got nine lives because of this black cat That's why I throw these three's up Throw these three's up I'm always going so hard to be like ease up, damn
Pulled up outside in an all-black ride Screaming "333" til' the day we die There's a fever coming Let them know there's a fever coming (Fever coming) Pulled up outside in an all-black ride Screaming "333" til' the day we die There's a fever coming Let them know there's a fever coming (Fever coming)
It was all a dream Rocking like this as a POC? Oh, you best believe We are the reason this started We made the blues then went harder Than any person would ever try to believe I was a young boy looking for the man to be But in this rock shit ain't nobody look like me So I made my own lane Pave my own damn way Now, even OG's got respect to pay So we MADE AN AMERICA; changed history The beginning of the vision only that we could see Gained some STRENGTH IN NUMB333RS from the faith of others Now we Grammy-nominated, envy of the scene Yeah, I lost a couple of homies, jealousy's a bitch Motherfuckers all mad knowing I won't quit Making punk rock hits, with a little rap twist I've been fucking the game up, get off my dick
Pulled up outside in an all-black ride Screaming "333" til' the day we die There's a fever coming Let them know there's a fever coming (Fever coming) Pulled up outside in an all-black ride Screaming "333" til' the day we die There's a fever coming Let them know there's a fever coming (Fever coming)
Hear that fever west coast rock and roll, now It's a new west order Gangsters, hustlers, punk rock shit You don't fuck with us It's the new west order
Pulled up outside in an all-black ride All-all-black ride, all-all-black ride There's a fever coming Let them know there's a fever coming
There's a fever on the stereo Turn it up and let them know right now it's all right (There's a fever coming) Although we try to keep the peace you could still get it on these streets Tonight now So, let's ride Hop in, motherfucker
Pulled up outside in an all-black ride Screaming "333" til' the day we die There's a fever coming Let them know there's a fever coming (Fever coming) Pulled up outside in an all-black ride Screaming "333" til' the day we die There's a fever coming Let them know there's a fever coming (Fever coming)
Hear that fever west coast rock and roll, now It's a new west order Gangsters, hustlers, punk rock shit You don't fuck with us It's the new west order
Compositores: J Randy, Stu Brooks & Jason Aalon Butler