We Gone

We gone. We gone, we gone... We gone
Super (Uh)
You already know. It's your boy Pink SkiN
We gone

Chilling at the top, with my soup in a rubber cup
Grinning at the pub, in my suit to another cop
Pray we never flop, never stop, pray the hip don't hop
Cause we undercover, like another lover (Nhm)
Like a senator at the club, man we better duck
Man we better tuck in our tux in our latest socks
That's a silly talk, meant to mock, while we taste this duck
Cause we ain't no coppers we just hungry brothers (Nhm)
We gon' raid the shoppers like some angry mothers (Nhm)
We gon' cut the bloopers then go shoot another
We just saw the troopers hoop accross the border, we gone

We gone, we gone
On my momma we gone. We gone
We gone, we gone
Now go tell a brother, done. We gone
We gon'... We gon' get another one, we on. We on!
We on, we on
Now go tell another, done. We gone

(Nhm)
Don't you ever stop
When I drop this beat, don't you ever stop
Never flop, don't your near the crop
You could wear the prop
I'd tear the top
Then go tell the cops, it's the silly pup
The ceiling pops
Now we sealing doors, while we still indoors
Like the bus
Shall I break the law? Or should I take some more?
My choice is poor
I better hack the lock, 'fore the crack the door
Cause that would suck
Like some wounded flock
We gon' need free luck
It's three o'clock
So we start to work, untill I smelt some pork (Nhm)
It's on a ladies jaw, she's laying on the floor (Uhh)
I think her acting is really weird
So we bag the load, and get the hell outta there, we gone

We gone, we gone
On my momma we gone. We gone
We gone, we gone
Now go tell a brother, done. We gone
We gon'... We gon' get another one, we on. We on!
We on, we on
Now go tell another, done. We gone

Gone
We gone, we gone!
On my mama, we gone!



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Uche
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