Boys Town Gang Follow

(feat. St. Lunatics)

[Hook]

Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back

I hear dem boyz come'n derty

Like ohh better get em back watch dem bitches back

I hear dem boyz come'n(repeat 4x's)

Who am I you ask me you know it's bout that grammar

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

From whit girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna

They hold'n up they banners, and run'n wit they cameras

Can I get a flick you damn right miss

(Can I take a hit) here boo like this

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

Don't worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (Like ohh)

When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer

this year I'm 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 bow'n down

Some more you can't get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it now

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

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They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them man

Murp jersey on backwards wit ol' school Tim's and

Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp

Nelly chain so long got him walk'n wit a limp

Ali is throw'n money in the front row

And er' body scream'n Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course

We be them up, close, live, and in person

Might look like the type that be rob'n them purses

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

Now the girlies take they thongs off

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

I be that pull up right beside you beat'n bad type of Tic

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

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

I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am

It's dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces read'n Sources

My choice is ol' school's over dem Rolls Royce's

Of course this Tic shit live like EA Sports is

Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices

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

Ohh wee oh Lord, she don't want no more

Cutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4

Smokes 1 44, what dem o's go for (Like oh)

350 1 more, 350 stick'n the floor brand new bizare

smashes, g 's and c's all in my glasses

Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches

Imagine, me without those two headbands

Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants

Feel'n dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie

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

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Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch

Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross

That's that Mid-West talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up

Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes

Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes

5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (Oh)

That's what they say when I pull up on d's in that old Dr.J

Hold a v a, fat laces this world is rat races

Head'n back places but it still seem racist

Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off

Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that 'll take the wall off

Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag

Fitted still switch'n two different shoes starchy wit tags

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