Grandaddy Souf - Savage Journey (f** Da Law) lyrics

(f** da law) Hook: x3 I don't give no f** bout the law Law don't give no f** bout me f** da law f** da law, haw Verse 1: You can catch me morning up early Beating that rooster yawne The last rider Shoot 'em up bang bang from Orange County Me likes it dirty My eyes tittly tight on this savage journey Sipping on Moon Shine when I'm thirsty Beef Jerky done kilt my munchies Packing two Colt 45's in this land of wild coyotes Blood money savages None of them who really know's me Creep n***as them boys be plotting on my gold pieces They show hating the stagecoach with the gold Daden's Peanut bu*ter gutts like Reese's and horse's with gold teeth'es They curious about me So da law starting to sweat me I's the new face and town and all the broads starting to crowd me But me see's them not Cause I now its part of the plot to play me close Hook: x2 I don't give no f** bout the law Law don't give no f** bout me f** da law f** da law, haw Verse 2: I'm at the town saloon tiddy bar Where the local's go to get f**ed up Mister bartender double me up with your finest stuff Granddaddy's the name here's a fifty keep the change And don't mine I need a little information Bout a train that's coming in Transporting prisoners And I could use a few good men Like my Uncle Mike, Daren, Lisa, Lil' Ayah now what I'm sayin' I wanna know the first arrival Coming in due South from Live Oak And it stay's between the both of us Cause I don't need no ha**le's From these nosey a** town folk And that redneck a** sheriff And I'm knowing that he gotta job to do But why should I let 'em stop what I gotta do So I'm stomping kicking up dust in my rattle snake skin boots Desperado let's start some sh** Blow up the courthouse in Orlando Hook: x2 I don't give no f** bout the law Law don't give no f** bout me f** da law f** da law, haw [Talking] Man don't hold yo' mouth open looking like dat there sh**, y'all know it ain't no damn secret How the police been treating my people for many damn years Y'all crackers come round to my neighborhood Acting like it's y'alls Gotcha hands all in my muthaf**ing draws Man what the f** wrong wit u? f** y'all Verse 3: A crooked judge and a racist jury That's just every black man's story So we holding grudges Screaming f** 'em And all of the Orange County judges And with little remorse I'm choking triggers What ever to free my n***as Shhh!!! Better whisper because some of the listeners be house n***as Field n***as Florida DOC n***as Now them da real n***as From Brunstown to down south with a DC number Riding out Now how about 'cha Give me my forty acres and my million No good Good for nothing Sons of b**hes Trailer trash I be collecting the stash The ammunition just waiting for revolution Hold yo fire Black on black, it's dem crackers we need to be shooting s** up yo pride like vacuums I'm getting tired of flaws in black suits No matter what set you claim It's a savage journey for all of us Whether you live in da street or Beirut Them crackers ain't got no luv for you Look at all the bullsh** our folks went through For equal rights for me and you I ain't asking for no favors But just don't hara** me Cause you black cops be the worst cops Y'all n***as is voodoo f** you Hook: x4 I don't give no f** bout the law Law don't give no f** bout me f** da law f** da law, haw f** da law (f** da law) f** da law y'all X2