Sweatshop Union - Leisure Gang lyrics
[Sweatshop Union - Leisure Gang lyrics]
Hey, are you distant
A different head space than you’re living in
You're chasing your dividends
Me? I’ll be sitting here, Leisure Gang
Kickin' it, to something new from the crew
With the spliff and it's so damn addictive
I suggest y'all giving it a try
Sitting, getting high, just listening to I
Or listen' to Mo, Metty, Ray
Pigeon Hole, Def 3, itchy Ron
Just in case you didn't know man
We got that high grade
We got that wizard smoke
All I’m tryna say is this
Shit just isn’t dope
It isn’t difficult for us to
See that it’s counterfeit
It's leafy and brown and shit we spit
That BC over thе counter shit
Yeah you need a doc's note to hit this
His shit? All you'll do is cough, chokе
And get sick we got that traded for coke
Over the border shit
The good shit they smoking
From Hoboken to Oregon
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who leisure who, Gang!
Ten seconds to lift off
'bout to blast off, gettin' lost
Get tossed out in the ether
Come back as a skinny white Rick Ross
Jumpin' like Kris Kross, follow the leader
Make the whole crowd seizure
Everybody leave here slave to the speakers
Screamin', "I’m a believer!"
Came here to blow up and set shit
Leisure Gang
Mo's a fiend, chill since age fifteen
Philistine, king of the makeshift dream
Hurricane, y'all just a minor brainstorm
I remain calm, when they try we pray for 'em
I self-lord and master
Final chapter, half price, half Zedong
Born in the cave where the snakes are
My duke’s the black gods with bombs
They made all
Abraham to Adolf, cosmic play-offs
Every night in hell they sort out a chaos
We stayed breathin', each day grateful
You can hate me but you
Can’t make me hate you
Life too sacred, hatred is weakness
Represent real shit, ancient as Egypt
Feel me? The real G never dies, really
The sun God’s shinin' on paradise city
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who leisure who, Gang!
A different head space than you’re living in
You're chasing your dividends
Me? I’ll be sitting here, Leisure Gang
Kickin' it, to something new from the crew
With the spliff and it's so damn addictive
I suggest y'all giving it a try
Sitting, getting high, just listening to I
Or listen' to Mo, Metty, Ray
Pigeon Hole, Def 3, itchy Ron
Just in case you didn't know man
We got that high grade
We got that wizard smoke
All I’m tryna say is this
Shit just isn’t dope
It isn’t difficult for us to
See that it’s counterfeit
It's leafy and brown and shit we spit
That BC over thе counter shit
Yeah you need a doc's note to hit this
His shit? All you'll do is cough, chokе
And get sick we got that traded for coke
Over the border shit
The good shit they smoking
From Hoboken to Oregon
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who leisure who, Gang!
Ten seconds to lift off
'bout to blast off, gettin' lost
Get tossed out in the ether
Come back as a skinny white Rick Ross
Jumpin' like Kris Kross, follow the leader
Make the whole crowd seizure
Everybody leave here slave to the speakers
Screamin', "I’m a believer!"
Came here to blow up and set shit
Leisure Gang
Mo's a fiend, chill since age fifteen
Philistine, king of the makeshift dream
Hurricane, y'all just a minor brainstorm
I remain calm, when they try we pray for 'em
I self-lord and master
Final chapter, half price, half Zedong
Born in the cave where the snakes are
My duke’s the black gods with bombs
They made all
Abraham to Adolf, cosmic play-offs
Every night in hell they sort out a chaos
We stayed breathin', each day grateful
You can hate me but you
Can’t make me hate you
Life too sacred, hatred is weakness
Represent real shit, ancient as Egypt
Feel me? The real G never dies, really
The sun God’s shinin' on paradise city
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who leisure who, Gang!