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[Q] Forever united, we walkin this planet of gasses True to all my niggas till my life span passes [S] With the (shhh) sound of the pyro camp You's a fool if you try to get the Psycho amped [J] We could stomp, give it a loud clap {*clap clap, clap*} Champ chomp the competition, full back tackle ya quaterback [Q] We tight like ten virgins in a Porsche double parked car, Miagi's wax on technique couldn't block ours [S] Like dark scars, my fam stays on my skin beginning to never end there's many different ways I'ma win [J] My brain jiggle in pickled jars Brooknam phenomenan, Worf a lush in bars, black fingers splittin cigars [S] Shittin in bars with a crazed smell Lord praise Swel! 'Cause time is 11:34 when I'ma raise hell and truly I'll react and you will get attacked world-wide My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back? [Q] No question, like, like.. The Roots without their drummer You step up in a relay, son you got ya'self a runner Targeting the government, you got ya'self a gunner Letras de cancionesWe breakin through the surface 'cause we tunneled through the under [Chorus 2x:] In the club, we got it locked We, WOOOOH! Only if we should, then we rock We, WOOOOH! Rollin through ya hood or ya block We, WOOOOH! Louder! WOOOOH! Prouder! WOOOOH! [S] Remain calm, ladies on line because we gettin our game on, and anybody breakin up the hustle and they gone [Q] Like Schwarzenegger biceps, the family stay strong Nothin you can say wrong, we righteous speak the same slang Microphone spit unite us, love to all the fam and give a fuck who don't like us [J] We thorn coated our hearts, so I rock invisible horns Sworn heat raised deceased, got niggas screaming "Ya dead wrong!" Snatch the hoochies ice she's twice the chicken I am You ain't a playa, trade ya foodstamps Tell ya baby dad to buy 'em [S] Rollin with us, ain't no need to keep a low profile We could all go wild and keep the po-po out We can liven up the party, drink all up the Bacardi Dance and move ya bodies with hotties to Ladi-dadi [Q] +We don't cause trouble+, 'less you want the bubble popped double, what you gonna drop? Zepplin kid We gonna rock, Arsonists fam, global relatives connecting world-wide, thanks for pyromaniacs investin [J] Somebody gonna fry in here tonight! Too many niggas that like to fight, hang tight and that ain't right! [Chorus 2x] "I bet you made that up by yourself" From Letras Mania