Breezy - Welcome To Fort Wayne lyrics

Chorus (Jessica Beeching) Out in the streets they call it Fort Caine Welcome to Fort Wayne 1st verse (Breezy) Where nobody goes an the bodies arose with no heroes an everyone knows we're pro's blowing that Mary Jane k**ing the trees smoking the herb trying not to go insane we're doing that blow in the 260 an we call it Fort Caine because everyone needs to know why we do what we do an smoke with the crew at like every event baseheads wondering where their dope went rolling another is my intent we're feeling it k**ing it doing it to that extent an there aint no comparison with blunts in rotation & a bad reputation with so many rails like a subway station got water bongs steamrollers & pipes for toys we dem boys Cocaine Cowboys with a couple kilograms of white hitting the pipe & then taking off flight fitting that typical stereotype an we toke all night smoke then pack another bowl really tight with our favorite strain chiefing a fatty smoking away all the pain doing a numbie with caine every beat we slain people be sayin' we grow weed & corn looking at weed like p**n cops be wondering where in the Hell we were born people be snorting Tony Montana reppin' the gonja where nobody gives a damn in Indiana Chorus 2nd verse (Breezy) People stare at us like Bill & Ted they know I'm a pothead know I get profit an got a lot of weed & caine doing another bump & a line to maintain everybody's got dope so ya can't complain we got the best strain & the best coke a lot of 'em drink but they don't smoke I'll smoke a bowl & I'll bust a rhyme people don't think it's fine they think it's a crime free my potheads doing time we party at Piere's an we smoke dope while everyone stares... (JB) Put one in the air if I'm here we're breaking it down there's nothing you b**hes can say to me now we're spitting the venom like Cobras a pyro mixed with some Bruce Lee I'm setting fire to your dosia I'm keeping a weapon I'm come from the land of the drug deals I wish I could say it's all good in the hood but I would much rather be keeping it real my whole crew is some potheads we're reppin' for the Fort Wayne Tin Caps you ask why are they calling it "Fort Caine" stupid mother f**ers get b**h slapped I'm in the same blue chevy in the streets all day cops on my nuts but I want to get paid Chorus 3rd Verse (JB) Yo we're taking it over & bringing it back putting the 260 on the map chopping these lines of China white rehearsing all night to get it right these people keep talking like we aint the ones be careful around here we're carrying guns shooting some pool at "The Break-An-Run" calling us Hoosiers you were a loser talking that sh** & you're meeting my Ruger everybody & your Momma knows that we spit flames we aint reppin' the same dissin' my city chich-chich bang I'm in a smoke out chevy on Main Street my life's like a scene from Waist Deep we're next thing coming out the midwest all I know is a struggle what's success we go hard in The Fort trying to get us an article up in The Source cutting a line to snort sniffing a drip of water aint nobody really want it you can expect a slaughter an Allen County is where we reside getting so high the limits the sky stacking my money stay ready to strike cause The Fort gets a little bit crazy at night Chorus