[Intro: Young Bleed]
This is Strange Music
That's whats up
Yeah
(How you do dat there x5)
Trap Door Entertainment man and we don't care
[Verse 1: Young Bleed]
Like pimp the kin, pimp to the bone
We got money over here and I'mma get me some
Like D and J and Rev Run
They still killing in this rap game, I got my gun
Tech N9ne and Bleed or my Brotha Lynch Hung
This is all I need to proceed to get dumb
Because wait a minute mothafucka, how you do dat son?
Get money overseas, blowing trees til dumb
Hollerin who dat?
Said that they want it for the Saints knowing that Vince Lombardi
Bacardi to rum, no prints, no car keys
I'm under the sun
But prince like Nelson Riders
Get me over the drum
Convinced without the car keys, I came from the sun
And went from BRPs, to smoking a lot
Louisiana off the handle, like they favorite son
You know me I do it big, rest in peace to Big Pun for real
[Hook: Young Bleed]
See em hollering how you do dat there
From the South to the North
Homie we don't care
Keep them yelling how you do dat there
From the West to the East Coast we don't care
That's whats up
We got em yelling how you do dat there
From the South to the North
Homie we don't care
Keep them yelling how you do dat there
From the West to the East Coast we don't care
That's whats up
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Mr. Kansas City with the Bleed,we kixin' it harder , we drinking Kansas City Tea
My every mission is to 'round them pretty b's
You already known that it's insanity with thee
I make 'em holla how you do dat there
She say she loving whatever I'm doing to that tail
She knew that's rare, i'm getting down through that there
Right after I send her to her other boo that's fair
I know everybody knowing, big Tech's ripping it
Always money blowing, his check's infinite
If any bitches whoring you can, get Tech pimping it
And I'm a keep it going in the, midwest kixing it
Rump on my lap at all times, valuptious strippers they want to be with Tech N9ne
Niggas be like:
Huh? Nigga what? I'm saying huh?
You's a fuck nigga what? Throwing them B's
[Hook: Young Bleed]
See em hollering how you do dat there
From the South to the North
Homie we don't care
Keep them yelling how you do dat there
From the West to the East Coast we don't care
That's whats up
We got em yelling how you do dat there
From the South to the North
Homie we don't care
Keep them yelling how you do dat there
From the West to the East Coast we don't care
That's whats up
[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Dirty nails, spitting them dirty tales
Getting them dirty deals, tipping them dirty scales
Hitting they grip with a clip and slip it in the pretty girls
Getting that infinite crip, has been fitting to me well
Strange, I'm locc to da brain, insane, and always in the fast lane
Kobe with the ball and you ain't even getting a pass mane
Ew we coming raw with it, doing it like Ball did it
Twisted two middle fingers west coast, we all did it
Don't matter the color, we threw it up, we all lived it
Trying to get that money like a tall midget, all tickets
Young Bleed, Tech N9ne this is all 6's, all 7
Call Kevin then we all click click
Best believe I get that vest, destiny's sickest
Rest to these switches bet your chest to be quickest
Huh? Nigga what? Nigga huh?
Nigga huh? Nigga what?
Throwing them G's
[Hook: Young Bleed]
See em hollering how you do dat there
From the South to the North
Homie we don't care
Keep them yelling how you do dat there
From the West to the East Coast we don't care
That's whats up
We got em yelling how you do dat there
From the South to the North
Homie we don't care
Keep them yelling how you do dat there
From the West to the East Coast we don't care
That's whats up
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