A.B. Original - Strong Arm (Robbery) lyrics
[A.B. Original - Strong Arm Robbery lyrics]
Now before you know it
I kick shit, I say stuff
I get in motherfuckers' grills
If they get rough aB
They be's that go on, spit it
The chip on my shoulder is weighing a ton
(Fuckin' heavy)
You can feel the impact that we've brung
(Gonna feel that)
You can see everything that we've done
(Take a look, son)
We come and we take what we want
(Take your chief)
The chip on my shoulder is weighing a ton
(My shoulder's fucked)
You can feel the impact that we've brung
(You wanna feel that, cousin?)
You can see everything that we've done
We come and we take what we want
Damn, homie (Fuck, boy)
In TAFE, you was the man, homie
(Once upon a time)
And then nothing went to plan, homie
(Nothin', you a bitch)
Like a stint in the casting couch
You went from arse to mouth
I said damn, homie
You walkin' on my fuckin' land, homie
(My land)
You better jump back in the van, homie
(Get the fuck back in it)
Or else I need to see at
Least an even couple fuckin' grand, homie
Man, I ain't even high
But, I'll try 'cause I like to fly
And I'm all that, why?
'Cause, I'm that type of guy to get up in ya
Like a fuckin' jalapeña
Yeah, we bossed it, pedigree dog shit
We got this
Even if you had it like a habit, man
You lost it i'm blackin' out like a Pacquiao
In the afternoon
Hit saloons in my karma suit faded
Read a palm or two when I hit you
We the Marmadukes and you Shih Tzus
And you should be alarmed
We rocking Obama-proof armour suit's
You bitch, you
Uh! I don't even know what I'm saying
And I know I'm dope
I kick shit, I say stuff
I get in motherfuckers' grills
If they get rough aB
They be's that go on, spit it
The chip on my shoulder is weighing a ton
(Fuckin' heavy)
You can feel the impact that we've brung
(Gonna feel that)
You can see everything that we've done
(Take a look, son)
We come and we take what we want
(Take your chief)
The chip on my shoulder is weighing a ton
(My shoulder's fucked)
You can feel the impact that we've brung
(You wanna feel that, cousin?)
You can see everything that we've done
We come and we take what we want
Damn, homie (Fuck, boy)
In TAFE, you was the man, homie
(Once upon a time)
And then nothing went to plan, homie
(Nothin', you a bitch)
Like a stint in the casting couch
You went from arse to mouth
I said damn, homie
You walkin' on my fuckin' land, homie
(My land)
You better jump back in the van, homie
(Get the fuck back in it)
Or else I need to see at
Least an even couple fuckin' grand, homie
Man, I ain't even high
But, I'll try 'cause I like to fly
And I'm all that, why?
'Cause, I'm that type of guy to get up in ya
Like a fuckin' jalapeña
Yeah, we bossed it, pedigree dog shit
We got this
Even if you had it like a habit, man
You lost it i'm blackin' out like a Pacquiao
In the afternoon
Hit saloons in my karma suit faded
Read a palm or two when I hit you
We the Marmadukes and you Shih Tzus
And you should be alarmed
We rocking Obama-proof armour suit's
You bitch, you
Uh! I don't even know what I'm saying
And I know I'm dope