Skolwagod haciendo sea
ʻŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋ
ʻŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋ
Wai! Wai! Wai! Wai!
Wai!
Wai! Wai!
Wai! Wai! Wai!
Wai! Wai! Wai!
Wai! Wai! Wai!
ʻāzizion, ʻāzizion, ʻāzizion, ʻāzizion, ʻāzizion!
ʻŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋ
ʻŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋőŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋŋ
Put you on, all these jeezers yellin, they blocks his hood
Still I come through, put him in a box of wood
Fuck your hopes and dreams in the life you had
That gets picked up Monday in a garbage bag
If the streets hate my gut sound, give two shit
Cuz for everyone that talks, got two full clips
There's that bang bang music
You feelin' at club until you outside
And feel that shit from a slug bag
This that bago, bang music
You know some you do at drive-by too
Then you run up on a full light
Little homie better give me some juice
This that bago, bang music
You know some you do at drive-by too
Yeah!
Then you run up on a full light
Swing and leave it
