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Mi casa es su casa (Guantanamo) The grass is greener on my side (Guantanamo), haha And I got all my moros here (Guantanamo) Just me y my familia (Guanta-) (Ayy) Ayy, what they really wanna do? (do), tell 'em come try Know we hold it down, zip 'em up and let 'em fly (ayy) Know we hold it down, ten toes when we ride Know we hold it down, know what's good on my side What they really wanna do? (do), tell 'em come try (try) Know we hold it down, zip 'em up and let 'em fly (ayy) Know we hold it down, ten toes when we ride (ayy) Know we hold it down, know what's good on my side Know what's good on my side (know what's good on my side) Oinday my adlay what's oodgay ya boy E N Z From the mother fucking oodhay I should say Deuce Deuce, we da best If they treasure havin' beef, they'll get buried in the chest, ah Hold it down and get it poppin' See the bigger picture or get cut out when we croppin' Get the green light, no goin' back, ain't no stoppin' (no) Watch 'em shift they gears soon as they see me hoppin' Married to the game, wonder where I went Don't talk if you sittin' on the fence or on the bench Front row 'cause I run the ball up off the kick-off Line it up, meet 'em at the spot and pull the rip off I stay ready, heavy, sharp like my machete I'ma put 'em on the cross, no Chevy (fuckin' off) I remember back in the day we had nothin' but lost dreams Now I'm gettin' to the bag with the team Loyalty is everything, my brothers down to shhh (bah) Run through like Christopher Wallace, give me the loot If I get iffy, find 'em bein' shifty Put it on the dog lad and throw 'em in the boot (agh, agh) Ayy, what they really wanna do? (do), tell 'em come try Know we hold it down, zip 'em up and let 'em fly (ayy) Know we hold it down, ten toes when we ride Know we hold it down, know what's good on my side What they really wanna do? (Do), tell 'em come try (try) Know we hold it down, zip 'em up and let 'em fly (ayy) Know we hold it down, ten toes when we ride (ayy) Know we hold it down, know what's good on my side Know what's good on my side (Fuckin' up) Test stop on this side Pull up to the spot and the pops' machine flies Never put a knife up in anybody's back We skipped all the shanks, went straight to the strap No serial on the ting, but it does its numbers It will turn a kingpin to the lowest of runners And I don't wanna deal with that shit no more But if it happens and we do it, got my uso on call Southwest Sydney, the boys act shifty Where lads get got over dealin' the fifty You ever had a strap get pulled to your face? Let me put it to your dome so we both relate I'm talkin' big ones, aiming for the big funds Always keep it movin', even after when this shit's done Pistol, lifestyle misfit Come test our water, my brother, you wouldn't risk it Them boys takin' part, we take over Don't need gear, I'm soldier when sober Cruise with the boys, this shit's not Daytona If we pull up, game over (over) Ayy, what they really wanna do? (do), tell 'em come try Know we hold it down, zip 'em up and let 'em fly (ayy) Know we hold it down, ten toes when we ride Know we hold it down, know what's good on my side What they really wanna do? (do), tell 'em come try (try) Know we hold it down, zip 'em up and let 'em fly (ayy) Know we hold it down, ten toes when we ride (ayy) Know we hold it down, know what's good on my side Know what's good on my side
Writer(s): Montell Cephas Fangupo Tuhi, Lorenzoe Samson Ma'a, Puipaa Ma'a Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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