We in Here

Now we in the club drinkin bottles gettin fucked up
Team wit the green you know they got the tool tucked
Keys in the seat yea we got the fish cut
Oh what the fuck sniff it up pour another cup
Chop pop chop pop don't stop yeah
We in the back with the stamps in the socks yeah
Dancin at the club stop on my hood block
Rockin 2pac wit some Henny in the icebox
Flexin in the VIP section sexin at her complexion
Guards got the Smith n Wesson you best not be pressin
Got these bitches stressing cuz they perplexin
Let that cineplex oral sex in this girl deserves respecting
Nothing less then a blessing
Pound for pound i'm the best around my town
Putting it down for people into my sound
We the unfound underground going round n round
Crowned and here to astound

Lyrically can't touch us
And these girls they wanna fuck us
We some dapper mother fuckers
Yea We In Here
Mentally can't touch us
Got a 100 pack of rubbers
With some sexies on the tour bus
Yea We In Here

Flashback to a dirt track cadillac car jack
Get the wolf pack time to smack pre attack
Ransack at the shack bring the razorback
Wear a flak cut the phone jack outback like a maniac
Laptops we can hack kill him like the zodiac
Didn't even fight back blame it on the cardiac
In the wall by the thumb tacks
Grab his money stack throw it in the back of the
Black Pontiac wit the crack in the gunnysack
Pop the fridge drink a 6 pack
Puffin like a mother fuckin smokestack outta Prozac
Disappear in the pitch black down the train tracks
Send a medivac we ain't coming back n that's a fact
Throw em off the scent leave some Himalayan Lilac
Losing My Religion like the REM throwback
We Goin Our Own Way like Fleetwood Mac
What the fuck you young mother fuckers know about that
Don't you be confused I fucking hate the rude
I gotta lotta gratitude with my shitty attitude
Everybody gettin jelly of the shit I choose
I keep tellin mother fuckers I ain't setting up to lose
So get yourself a guitar and start crying the blues
But Im not about to waste time n listen to you
Bitch I fuckin improved
I'm HipHop infused

Lyrically can't touch us
And these girls they wanna fuck us
We some dapper mother fuckers
Yea we in here
Mentally can't touch us
Got a 100 pack of rubbers
With some sexies on the tour bus
Yea We In Here
Lyrically can't touch us
And these girls they wanna fuck us
We some dapper mother fuckers
Yea we in here
Mentally can't touch us
Got a 100 pack of rubbers
With some sexies on the tour bus
Yea We In Here
Lyrically can't touch us
And these girls they wanna fuck us
We some dapper mother fuckers
Yea we in here
Mentally can't touch us
Got a 100 pack of rubbers
With some sexies on the tour bus
Yea We In Here



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Writer(s): David Marshall
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