[Hook]
Rude Boyz, Rude Boyz
Shatas, Shatas
All My n***as Got Dreads, All My n***as Got Dreads (x2)
[Verse 1]
I came with the rastas, I came with the shatas
Smoking no thoughts with my hand on the bottle
No dreads in my head but the brain of a scholar
My partner, My partners you kno' that I got em'
Mi Casa, Su Casa, Hakuna Matada
Ain't got no problem u f** wit my gwalla
Terminate b**hes like get in the chopper,Im pimpin these hoes & poppin my collah
Ion play no games b**h I look like Sony
Boy i got that thang you know I Keep it on me
I Just need my cheese I feel like macaroni
b**h I earned my stripes these hoes gone call me Tony
Ona Friday me and smoke blowin blunts wit a n***a named Deebo
And my n***a P.C. Called me told Mikey told me time to go
And they picked up Blu in the whip he said no time to f** with these Hoes
Called My n***a T-Bone say you my hitta?
He said Shatas Fo' Sho'
[Hook]
Rude Boyz, Rude Boyz
Shatas, Shatas
All My n***as Got Dreads, All My n***as Got Dreads (x4)
[Verese 2]
Mississippi Gang If you touch my brothers, its gonna be trouble
Back on the hustle, no time for no s**as, Serving that bu*ta
All my n***as got dreads, all my n***as get bread
All Yo n***as be snitchin', so all yo n***as be feds
f**in round with them Rude Boyz, bustin at yo banana boat
Every n***a round me smoke good green & eat cantaloupe
No time for no p**y n***as, no time for no bullsh**
Gone off to the ceiling, im super high off this content
All my n***as got dreads, so all my n***as be rastas
All yo n***as be busters, n***a nothin but I imposters
All my n***as go restaurants eat at lobsters & toppers
All my n***as got bad b**hes them hoes lookin like models
(Mississippi Gang!)
[Hook]
Rude Boyz, Rude Boyz
Shatas, Shatas
All My n***as Got Dreads, All My n***as Got Dreads (x4)