Dem Boyz (feat. St. Lunatics)

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them **** back

I heard dem boyz coming, hurry

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them bitches back

I heard dem boyz coming, hurry

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them **** back

I heard dem boyz coming

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them bitches back

I heard dem boyz coming, hurry

Who am I? You ask me, you know it's 'bout the grammar

From any state, it don't matter, from here to Montana

From white girls named Anna to old ladies named Nanna

They holding up they banners and running with they cameras

Can I get a flick? You're damn right, miss

Can I take a hit? Here, boo, light this

Chronic's sticky like gum, I guess that's how it comes

Don't worry 'bout my funds, I'm way around it in ones

We like, oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, when you seen that Hummer

But that was last summer, this year, I'm much more blunter

More up close and personal, it's just gon' get worser now

From Prada to Vokal, the 'Tics are too versatile

Can't worry 'bout certain sounds that come out these haters' mouths

I realize they can't help it, just stay where you're bowing down

So no, you can't keep your pounds unless you gon' smoke it now

If not, I suggest you pack your shit up and head out of town

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them **** back

I heard dem boyz coming

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them bitches back

I heard dem boyz coming, hurry

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them **** back

I heard dem boyz coming

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them bitches back

I heard dem boyz coming

They be like, hold up, hold up, hold up, I know that ain't them, man

Murph' jersey on backwards with old school Timbs and

Kyjuan got on so many colors, just like a pimp

Nelly chain so long, got him walking with a limp

Ali is throwing money in the front row

And e'rybody's screaming, slow down, but where the hell is Slo?

Of course we beat 'em up close, live, and in person

Might look like the type who be robbing them purses

We like, oh

But I ain't, I'm the young dude, I been rhyming them verses

Worked hard since '93, that's how I got signed to Universal

Now the girlies take their thongs off

And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off

I be that, pull up right beside you beating bad, type of 'Tic

I'm a, hold up traffic to touch your ass, type of 'Tic

Lunatic, that's what I am, that's what I said I am

I'm tryna be a millionaire, I bet I am, I bet I am

We like, oh

It's them boys on them porches, in our forces reading sources

My choice is old schools over the Rolls Royces

Of course this 'Tic shit live like EA Sports is

Dribbled in the club, I lay up with two draft choices

Hit the center, touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard

Oh-eee, oh Lord, she don't want no more

Cutlass, it's four door, stash for the four-four

Smokes one four-four, what them Os go for?

We like, oh

Three-fifty or more

Three-fifty stick in the floor, brand new Azure

Smashes, Gs and Cs all in my glasses

'Tics fantastic, we get booked more than matches

Imagine me without them two headbands

Them Vokal teeshirts with some A-class pants

Feeling dapper like Dan, yes, fresh like Mannie

Cutlass candies, sit down, you know you can't stand me

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them **** back

I heard dem boyz coming, hurry

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them bitches back

I heard dem boyz coming, hurry

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them **** back

I heard dem boyz coming, hurry

We like, oh, better get 'em back

Push them bitches back

I heard dem boyz coming, hurry

Man, day break, bald head phase

Locks, stripy socks, rocks in the watches

Big short-shorts, headbands to a cross-jersey back waltz

That's that midwest talk, I think your pitcher walk

Batter up, nah, golf

Electric doors, Caprice Classic on these hoes

Very big shows, tell 'em, best be on they toes

Five Country Grammar boys in bandanas, platinum, no gold

We like, oh

That's what they say when I

Pull up on Ds in that old Doctor Jay

Old 88, fat laces, this world is rat races

Been in black places, but it still seems racist

Got locations so I haul off the wall off, give you the fall off

Got a room at the Waldorf  with a sawed-off that'll take the wall off

Hit the mall off with a sag, hockey jersey, doo-rag

Fitted, still sticking two different shoes, starchy with tags

We like, oh