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Stunt Cams
02:39
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Burn My Shit
02:53
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(Andre)
Once upon a time not long ago
Had tapes out the trunk and we still on road
Now you ain’t up on the sound then you must be slow
(Vonne)
I wake up everyday day, Exfolikate
The Gucci Grip say I gotta skate, no Rollie Face
No Codeine drank on my tastebuds, I don’t ride wavs
I just slang 320’s, downloads like weight
(Hook)
Nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
State to state in the whip, riding round and we getting it nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
(Andre)
S28 when I cut my breaks
Hold up
They fronting then, now we charging rates
I—I can’t complain with Flatland wheels
I chase my thrills
Scuffed up my Air max heel
Coining phrases for dollars so I can front my bills
Box Fade from my barber they say I look like Will
Vonne like chill
My swag ain’t nothing new
This jersey knit you ain’t accustomed to
These jeans they fade from black to blue
(Hook)
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
State to state in the whip, riding round and we getting it nigga
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
Burn my shit, burn burn my shit
nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
nigga burn my shit, burn burn my shit
Keep on beating your block, tell em turn my shit up
(Vonne)
Fuck Pro shit, I Am’d it
Benchmade switchblade brandished and I ain’t never ran
It’s the Tri-City All Stars, legends in your backyard
Dressage in my closet, Vintage Lo-lo with the tags on
Done come a long way from maxed cards
Never rode Scats, Volkswagens with the Autobahn attachments
Rally on your street like small cars
Spit a classic bar nigga never subpar, who said they wanted war
(Andre)
Black out
Black— Black—Black out everything
Thought I lost my brain but the game done changed
The rules remain the same
Got 10 years on any 80s babies flexing crazy
92’ Lo double colored navy
But thats too sporty though
My Clark boot two tone dipped, bucket hat bent
In my cup, gin I sip
Eno, Double E records I spin
Came a long way from that Upstate kick-door
Now I’m down south, slugged out with my kinfolk
New gun in town, finger wave, get low
ChangeSet Radio
G—G—G—G—Get Lo
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4. |
Screwface
03:18
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(Vonne)
(Intro/Bridge)
Denim faded my whole last year in these jeans, keeping it clean
We been lazy off the gin but never leaned, microphone fiend
Pardon the steeze, artists in residence up in your scene, killing your dreams
Filling the seats, face in the crowd feeling the beat
(Andre)
Who That, Who That, Who That
Who that
Been on the low 6 years we been that
Had to take a seat back
They can’t front no more cause we did that
Now we on the road
Ain’t have to send no press kit, my whole shit lit
Get a grip I bet you hear this on your end-year playlist
My whole vision tinted
Hot boy
Ducked off, my new tune ring off
ChangeSet whole catalogue, bet it all
Dubplate my shit, yeah
Bet it all
Bet it all
Gold Rope, one of those
Gold Fangs, double that
(Vonne)
All the tough talking these boys gon run up get done up, change got right for
the summer
Gave a lot of game to the under, game the for youngers, number wha—
number one stunners
Show em h—show em how to make moves, never fake moves no mistake
who the game came from
And I still walk light, you don’t wanna step up to the plate fuck around get
your face screwed up
(Bridge)
(Hook)
(Vonne)
Southside Screwface
(Dre)
Downtown, Run Round
(Andre + Vonne)
Mash it up, Break it down
ChangeSet move tapes by the Pound
(Vonne)
Now,
I feed my Gitts, nathan but Game
And since Loko left shit ain’t been the same
Gotta put some jewels up in they brain and maintain, now
Who you, who you think, put your fave up on they wave
Yeah, back in the back in the day
Before they had a role to play
I ain’t twisting up my fingers I’m just shooting long range
Niggas see us out in public bet they never say a thing
David Byrne in the flesh
Talking heads give it a rest
This shit way too complex
This shit way too com—
(Andre)
Tell me why they so stuck up
Worried bout them, gon get ya bread up
I ain’t never change, but the money in the bank ain’t been the same
Chang Change, getting change
Hard to maintain
Young soul, old game
But my drums ‘tick tick bang’
Tell me why they ain’t the same
Tell me why my shit stuck in your brain
(Bridge)
(Breakdown)
They can’t take no more
We still talking war
Treat it like a sport
Gone and check the score
(x4)
(Hook)
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5. |
Ozone
02:57
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godmode Los Angeles, California
somewhere in between thinking and feeling
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