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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snotty Nose Rez Kids
Snotty Nose Rez Kids
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Nyce
Quinton Nyce
Songwriter
Darren Metz
Darren Metz
Songwriter
Chris Ju
Chris Ju
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I be living in that 7th generation, doing something stoic to it
I'm B to the R to the A-V-E, that's how a savage do it
We don't need your education, we don't need your thought control
Priest don't kill my tribe, hey leave them kids alone
I been a little up out my heezy, but then again I been on my grizzly
I'm from the home of The People Of The Snow, my veins get icy neechie
Like 30 below, Fur on my coat, original trappers ya'know?
Them real neechies fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't
Show me the way, let's get it poppin, dead and alive, everyone's watchin'
Don't be surprised when we be walkin' and blockin' the street, the drums is knockin'
Savage M-O-B, yeah that's my family, I think I finally see who I was meant to be
Bitch we mobbin' (Mobbin')
[Verse 2]
Bitch we mobbin', Bitch we mobbin' (Bitch we mobbin', Bitch we mobbin')
Bitch we mobbin' (Bitch we mobbin')
This is how we mob
Can't fuck with my squad
All we know is go hard
Savage Mob, Savage Mob
[Verse 3]
Aye, I flew across the world, took my shirt off at arrivals
Flushed my worries down the toilet, backward spiral
The winters be our summer in the land of the down under
Savage mob, we bring the ruckus, fuck Cook and Columbus
No, no tattoos on my eyelids, why they lookin' at me sideways?
This my life though, this ain't right though, this a never ending cycle
When your idols turn to rivals, when they take your chiefs to trial
With my left hand on the Bible, yeah I lit that bitch on fire
We want title, we so tribal, savage mob and I go psycho
We survivors, where my riders with they heads up out the window
Where my dogs? Where my dingos? Where the mob that know the lingo?
Who gon' fight for what was stolen? screaming Skoden like its Bingo, yeah
Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out, she point with her lips when she point 'em out
We givin' them something to talk about, M-O-B to the bank account
You thought we was dead, lets talk about that, the future is red and the future is black
We back on the map and the line up is stacked, savage mob, that's facts boy
[Verse 4]
Been on, we been on, watch out where you stand
We been on, we been on, this here our fuckin' land
We been on, we been on, why don't you understand?
We been on, we been on, this my fuckin' land, DAMN!
[Verse 5]
Bitch we mobbin', Bitch we mobbin' (Bitch we mobbin', Bitch we mobbin')
Bitch we mobbin', Bitch we mobbin' (Bitch we mobbin', Bitch we mobbin')
This is how we mob
Can't fuck with my squad
All we know is go hard
Savage Mob, Savage Mob
[Verse 6]
Me and them are not alike, for me it's always do or die
They can't fuck with my tribe, I'm a hundred deep with them mob ties, yeah
Back up, squad full of black fellas pull up in a black truck
Act tough, then watch 'em all run when them mule boys act up
Me and them a different type, we represent a different side
They can't fuck with my tribe, I'm a hundred deep with them mob ties, yeah
The mothership lift off bitch, the kid feelin' pissed off bitch
I'm the real big dog, bitch, runnin' with the rez kids
Written by: Chris Ju, Darren Metz, Quinton Nyce
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