Real skinny loud color tenni's Body marked up like graffiti I don't push a maserati Beamer, benz or bentley And yeah I rode a foreign, and yes I'm looking Spiffy Go ahead and doubt us, but what you know about us We aint gotta follow them (no) , we take another Route-a no we aint blowin trees bro, open up my Window I see you popping tags, but you know that's Why yo ends low I tried to tell em we was comin' Go on, let us in why they hatin'like we all a bunch Of hoolingans no cimmicks, spirit in my lyries Know when people hear it they gon'love or they Fear it and how we flow, when we show up at a show They say we go s. o. hard in the paint, they can't What for some moe' But some others say preachyn'. some closeminded Teachin'like we aint heard of marx, life and niche Believe me
Ay don't know about us they don't They don't know about us They, they, they don't know about us they Don't know about
They think we dum, dum diddy dum, dum But they gon' know, they gon'know about us They gon' know, they gon'know about us
6, 2, 2 Plus, go on add it up (hey, that's a big Problem, call it calculus) math on some track But content like I had enough Long hair, don't care, samoan plus I'm tatted up I know this blow ya mind, and I aint blowin Pine not talkin'women lookin skimpy every Atha line yeah, a got a dime about to make her mine Life in crist got me finished like a Crosseda line with thay way that you're telling Me to sell, sell out nah man it's so foolish Done, tryin to be you and don't fit mis-fit I dont trip, everybody hate chris they sayin Get whit this, just like membership They talkim'slick like this is it, but it's just gibberish I say I'm interested, thay say you different Oh you gon'know even if you don't let us in Dun on em dun on em like I could be Dum on em dum on em you like should be Dum on em dum on em like I would be Dum on em dum on em yeah that's cool whith me