Snowgoons, Savage Brothers - Buried lyrics
[Snowgoons, Savage Brothers - Buried lyrics]
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Burnin' on trees, ganja plant, no stick
No seed
Cheef the green leaf, mind state peace
Contraband in my sneaks forever free
Ride 'til the wheels fall off
Or I cease to breathe
Waitin' patiently with a Nine placed in
The waist of my jeans
I conquer demons, homicide chalk up the scene
One love, one life, one sun, one king
One shot, one kill, one scope, one beam
Warfare, another loss, another tragedy
Another victim to the streets
Another casualty
Big shot, get your wig rocked
Full block on gridlock
Hit spots until we get it all
Out for the raw, bitch your face on the floor
For La Familia
That's what I'm doing this for
Go through hell to reach the heavenly doors
(Come on! Come on)
I'm in it to win it, got to get it
Better get yours
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Meteorite shower the block
Watch for the land mine
Jaws drop, feeble religions follow the Antis
Plan like, burn through the leaf
Giving me slant eyes
Planets try duck through debris
Go to my camp site
Space wars, battling comets and star patterns
Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings
Call me Saturn
Plays pitchin' the skip button
Shards up on the boulevard
So act hard, see to heaven to ask God
Meet your maker, soul controller
Supreme holder i move the paper
Hit up the block like young Sosa
Okee doke, a multiple blunt smoker
The chiefer i'm on reefer
Handle more wood than Bob Vila
Your all-seeing scope
Your dope correcting your lingo
I ain't no hero rolling my
Dice hoping for cee-lo to feed my ego
You need at least a thousand more people
Genghis Khan conquer your land
Wait for the sequel
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Burnin' on trees, ganja plant, no stick
No seed
Cheef the green leaf, mind state peace
Contraband in my sneaks forever free
Ride 'til the wheels fall off
Or I cease to breathe
Waitin' patiently with a Nine placed in
The waist of my jeans
I conquer demons, homicide chalk up the scene
One love, one life, one sun, one king
One shot, one kill, one scope, one beam
Warfare, another loss, another tragedy
Another victim to the streets
Another casualty
Big shot, get your wig rocked
Full block on gridlock
Hit spots until we get it all
Out for the raw, bitch your face on the floor
For La Familia
That's what I'm doing this for
Go through hell to reach the heavenly doors
(Come on! Come on)
I'm in it to win it, got to get it
Better get yours
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Meteorite shower the block
Watch for the land mine
Jaws drop, feeble religions follow the Antis
Plan like, burn through the leaf
Giving me slant eyes
Planets try duck through debris
Go to my camp site
Space wars, battling comets and star patterns
Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings
Call me Saturn
Plays pitchin' the skip button
Shards up on the boulevard
So act hard, see to heaven to ask God
Meet your maker, soul controller
Supreme holder i move the paper
Hit up the block like young Sosa
Okee doke, a multiple blunt smoker
The chiefer i'm on reefer
Handle more wood than Bob Vila
Your all-seeing scope
Your dope correcting your lingo
I ain't no hero rolling my
Dice hoping for cee-lo to feed my ego
You need at least a thousand more people
Genghis Khan conquer your land
Wait for the sequel
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Get buried in black snow