[Chorus: Tyler Lyon & Snug Brim(?)]
Run run run Run
Run
When you feel the heat around the corner, get busted, you too high on Marijuana
Little nigga, better run
One shot, two strikes, three breaks, four cops, get stopped
When hear the sirens are flashin', put the pedal to the metal, [?] fastest, nigga
[?], get dope, nigga
[Verse 1: Skatterman]
Top speed, hoppin over puddles and fences
At the backdoor of the spot where I was handling business
Nosy Neighbors must have told them about the traffic I had
We done stacked a hundred thousand in a month and a half
We was two for ten on Tuesdays and Thirsdays, making it pop hard
20 for a chicken if soft, 20 for rock hard
Semi automatics and fullies comin' from Akhbar
Paparazzi snappin them pictures like I'm a rockstar
Cheese, I hear a copper yell "FREEZE!"
But I ain't stoppin, even though I'm weak in the knees
I'm on some Priest Holmes, O.J., Mark Brunell shit
Gon have to tackle me, cause I ain't going to jail, shit
I heard 'm saying "this the fuck we got on the poster"
I took a glance, see the piggy reach for his holster
Running for my life, but he keep getting closer
Palms sweaty, breathing heavy, I done dropped my toaster
[Chorus: Tyler Lyon & Snug Brim(?)]
Run run run Run
Run
When hear the sirens are flashin', put the pedal to the metal, [?] fastest, nigga
Little nigga, better run
One shot, two strikes, three breaks, four cops, get stopped
When you feel the heat around the corner, when you high on Marijuana
Come on just run
[Verse 2: Snug Brim]
I got the silancer, my [?]
Breathing heavy in my Chevy, skirted off on your lawn
Heard some [?], nigga, what's that?
Reach for the blunt, get smacked
Open the door, cocked strap
Down on the ground, blood splat
Blap Blap
[?] suicidal if you think I feelin' bad for you, homie
Never freezin' when I'm funked up I'm pullin in that Yay
What the fuck did you pay
Hear my glass shatter, face in the mud
Duckin' them stray [?], gun battle, tasting my blood, watching that K spit
And if I hesitate, I'm losing [?]
Crawling all on my knees through the back of my ride
I let a couple off, but I ain't seeing shit clear
3 niggas with 3 guns, putting dents in my grill
What should I do? I got 22 on my gun
If it was you, would you shoot, or run?
[Chorus: Tyler Lyon & Snug Brim(?)]
Run run run Run
Run
When hear the sirens are flashin', put the pedal to the metal, [?] fastest, nigga
Little nigga, better run
One shot, two strikes, three breaks, four cops, get stopped
When you feel the heat around the corner, when you high on Marijuana
Come on just run
[Outro Skit: Tech N9ne]
Hold up, before we move along
Hold on, I'ma spit this gum out my shit, *spits*
Before we move along
I gotta give shout-out to my homeboy
The motherfucker that makes it possible for us to come to the studio every day, and do what the fuck we love
Motherfuckin' Travis O'Guin, you know I'm sizzlin'?
CEO of fuckin' Strange Music
That nigga put his muh'fuckin' money up that he had made years ago
You know I'm sayin'? Doin' furniture shit
And got with me and say:
"Nigga you wan' do your label? Let's do it! I dig your music. Let's fuckin' do it"
And he don't, you know I'm sayin'? He ain't scared to put out the shit that I say
You know, like "Psycho Bitch", and, you know "The Industry Is Punks"
You can't come in here sayin' "industry is punks" when a nigga got, like, over 2 million dollars invested in you and shit
But the nigga's still with us
Travis O'Guin, that's the shit, you know I'm sayin'?
He- he let us do what the fuck we do, e'rbody's down with me, you know I mean?
They feel the same way, and we gon' move along
I just had to give shout-out to my homeboy, spit the muh'fuckin' gum out, and keep movin'!
This next artist!
Was the first artist that we signed to Strange Music
You know I'm sayin'? The first artist
Now, Skatterman & Snug Brim was the first group
Uhh, Critical Bill was the first rock group
This is the first artist, his name was Kutt! Calhoun!
Street nigga! His album is called "Feature Presentation"
Hardcore shit
This first song I'ma play you is called "Whip It"
One of my favourites! Ghetto shit, baby
You don't feel it, you can suck my dil-
I, hold on, what word can I use? Hold on
"Sug min pik" was over there in-
"Sug min pik" was in... Denmark!
"Sug min kuk" was in, uhh... uh, uh, Sweden
Fuck it, I'ma-
You can suck my dick, fuck over there!
You can suck my dick if you don't like this
This is called "Whip It", by Kutt Calhoun, hehehehahahahaha....
A-haha! A-haha!
