Oh yeah, alright
Hell yeah, that's tight
Oh yeah, alright
Hell yeah, that's tight
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm Boots Riley, ain't murked me yet
Gon' get shit poppin' like Percocet
Got picked up, baby, ain't surfaced yet
Two stepping like the boss dispersed the check
Imagine this hand is a hand grenade
Asphalt sheet rock serenade
Jack and Coke is the marinade
But we sober up quick at the barricades
Joint in my mouth, pass the fire
Everything out they mouth is a pacifier
I'm not a preaching, ask the choir
The green one, the red one, master wire
[?], camouflage with fashion
Passin' the Shell co's on the assassin
Dash in security, a mall expansion
Whatever I wear, know I'm here to be clashing

Oh yeah, alright
Hell yeah, that's tight
Oh yeah, alright
Hell yeah, that's tight
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

We came to bleed electricity
We came to bleed electricity

It's a celebration
Just got mail for the sales I'm making
Dressed up, I'm Big L, tell the neighbors
We the new beat party, don't stop the rage
It's profit, [?] gains
Feel me, I been killing the pain, feeling the rain
When I'm feeling this I'm feeling estranged, venomous rage
Getting into this, into my page, criminal gangs
Do my nigga shit, militant aim
Brah, gimme that change
I got a bullet and I'm willing to bang
Get your ass up, better to get wit' it or get slain
Get dangerous with me, baby
[?] you with black reins
Beat change, switch lanes on the L train
Get your brain blown back, that's a 12-gauge

Oh yeah, alright
Hell yeah, that's tight
Oh yeah, alright
Hell yeah, that's tight
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): LaKeith Lee Stanfield, Raymond Lawrence Riley