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Slum Village - And We Go Lyrics (Feat. T3, Young RJ & Fat Ray)

Slum Village – And We Go Lyrics (Feat. T3, Young RJ & Fat Ray)

(Intro)
These niggas man
They ain’t getting it
It’s Slum Village man
We back motherfuckers
Aye, it’s on yea
Come on

(Verse)
Yup, I had to bring the fuckin rugga to you
Old school, sorta like a old cougar
Greenfield Plaza, my old jeweler
Tracks in, gold blocks, suede pumas
Official, got to commit to
Comin with raw has never been the issue
Out of my mind, losing my mental
Niggas opposite of hard, aka gentile
I kill a hater with a pen stroke
I kill chickens with a penis, six strokes
I stand em draw, staying on big boats

(Hook)
And we go and we go and we go
And we go and we go and we go
And we go and we go and we go
And we go and we go and we go
And we go and we go and we go
And we go oooh ooooh

(Verse)
Yea, Slum headin for a force like a hurricane
Brain storm taken for a swarm
Claudiella jackets, face going ninja style
Only eyes seen deep blow
Fit it on top – a crown piece
Royalty in my veins, dangerous
If ain’t got trust on dog spin lyrical angel dust
Bad with it, dirty mint, magnet on a soldier
He’ll beat an oppose, jog Jay nigga
Deep game, all up in er
Pimp and I got the thick yard love thinner
So effortless is the S to the villa
What you figure nigga?

(Hook)
And we go and we go and we go
And we go and we go and we go
And we go and we go and we go
And we go and we go and we go
And we go and we go and we go
And we go

(Verse)
You will look engine, I’m a engineer
You want that ready with you better listen here
I am heavy ammunition, do no best rendition
A pot of swishas politican with the pictures
Better get yo bitch, she bout to kick you out the picture
She on my dick, she know my shit gon curl her whiskers
Running through the bags, zipping through the zippers
Cupid nigga swag, whip em out the kitchen
Burn a lot of gas when you on a mission
The niggas smoking trash, I ain’t tryna kitran
Word to that lemon pepper on the fried chicken
I’m like that jalapeno pepper on the side nigga
You can’t fuck with it, don’t try nigga
I’m canola, I’mma fry niggas
I’m black Henny, got the rockaby bitch from Jack city to clap semis
I make em niggas fall back quickly
Yea