[Intro: Rodney O]
Now, before you know it
I kick shit, I say stuff
I get in motherfuckers' grills if they get rough
A.B.
They be's at
Go on, spit it
[Chorus: Briggs, Trails]
The chip on my shoulder is weighin' a ton (Fuckin' heavy)
You can feel the impact that we've brung (Gonna feel that)
You can see everything that we've done (Take a look, son)
We come, and we take what we want (Take your chief)
The chip on my shoulder is weighin' a ton (My shoulder's fucked)
You can feel the impact that we've brung (You wanna feel that, cousin?)
You can see everything that we've done
We come, and we take what we want
[Verse 1: Briggs]
Damn, homie (Fuckboy), in TAFE
You was the man, homie (Once upon a time, son)
And then nothing went to plan, homie (Nothin', you a bitch)
Like a stint in the casting couch, you went from arse to mouth (Yo, uh) (Hahaha)
[Verse 2: Trials]
I said damn, homie (Woo!)
You walkin' on my fuckin' land, homie (My land)
You better jump back in the van, homie (Get the fuck back in it)
Or else I need to see at least an even couple fuckin' grand, homie ([?])
[Verse 3: Rodney O]
Man, I ain't even high
But I'll try 'cause I like to fly
And I'm all that, why?
'Cause I'm that type of guy to get up in ya
Like a fuckin' jalapeña
[Verse 4: Trials]
Yeah, we bossed it, pedigree dog shit, we got this
Even if you had it like a habit, man, you lost it
I'm blackin' out like a Pacquiao
In the afternoon, hit saloons in my karma suit
Faded
[Verse 5: Briggs]
Read a palm or two when I hit you
We the Marmadukes and you Shih Tzus
And you should be alarmed
We rocking Obama-proof armour suits
You bitch, you
[Outro: Rodney O]
Uh!
I don't even know what I'm saying, and I know I'm dope
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