[Spoken intro]
Well it be the real n***as back with that hard street sh**. Ay, f**ing Boeystraat, man. f**ing N1994, man. Riff Raff, what's good? Ay. But yo, on some real sh**, the Mothers is one of the realest outfits out — no discussion. Ay, real recognize real, f** an industry and f** a scene — we're in here!
[Verse 1: De Boeystraat]
Supplies from Ernesto, got my eyes green like pesto
Mano Fico manifesto, don't step on my Nike Prestos
Or my Air Max 1's, 95's or 97's
Or the B-Dub's or TN's, might cop 'em 2-11's
Send you straight to heaven with the Scottish cashmere sweater
Even if you done well, Boeystraat did it better
Yeah, birds of a feather flock together
The legion stays steady strapped, heavily armed for whatever
Sad smileys appear; double dot, left parentheses
Haters getting mad cause they want us to end with this
Riff Raff and Boeystraat goin' in, bruh, tag teamin' G's
Mano Fico got f**ing stacks on deck with SODMG
Stuntin' on the world, man, I'm something like an acrobat
Adobe illustrate ghetto pop, no need for photoshop
Never gonna flop, f**ing showstop, ba** gon' drop
Unstoppable — we're the Mothers, who these hoes gon' stop? Huh?
[Hook] (x2)
The love who'll stay for eternity
The heaven sent to fulfill my needs
But when I turn around-round, but when I turn around-round...
[Verse 2: Riff Raff]
s**as wanna play me, think I'm public housing
Saved by The Bell - Kelly Kapowski
Rap game Zack Morris in the black Ford Taurus
Vocabulary not affordable, more adjectives than a thesaurus
Dinosaur print touches pterodactyl
Teriyaki seats kiss the wounded falcons
Hyper-color bases playing freeze tag
Flew around the moon in the melon Jag
Canteloupe shades, frames made by Troy Aikman
Could have played for Texas Rangers - Julio Franco (baseball)
Big banking embargo, my dad Wells Fargo
Backyard unloading cargo - Murciélago
[Hook] (x2)