[Spoken Word: Rodney O]
This Rod O in stereo, that ol' school fool
From Philadelphia, PA
That's a hook you can cook, bitch
A.B. Aboriginal
Always all that
Always black

[Intro: Briggs, Trials & King T]
It's a cool Saturday night
Drive around, leanin' on the passenger's side
You're not feelin' these sounds, you can get the fuck out (Get the fuck out)
Sorry, I'm nice, but I'm never polite

[Verse 1: Briggs]
Roll with two T's like I'm Malcolm Little
Don't know what your dad does: Malcolm in the Middle
I made a phone call to Scuba Steve (Steve, what up?)
And he let me know he gonna hook up whatever Trigga needs (A'ight)
King T, couldn't get a bigger G
Swiggin' Alkaholik and Trigga got a bigger tree
If they ain't high, you could've fooled me
Stogie on the dash and the purp on the front seat (Lean)
That's the shotgun, 'fraid not, son
And you can't sit there if you ain't got one (Click-clack)
If you want some, get some, bad enough, take some (Oh, no?)
Then get the fuck out the way, cuz
[Chorus: Briggs, Trials & King T]
You know we eating, you know we eating
You know we eating, we feasting
You know we eating, you know we eating
You know we eating, we feasting
We stay eating, you stay starving
You stay mad while we stay laughing
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha

[Pre-Verse Ad-Libs: King T]
My n***a Trials (Yeah), Briggs (Yeah)
What's happening?
Aboriginal
It's the Likwit, check it

[Verse 2: King T]
It's another West Coast swig and I'm pulling up with Briggs
With no more fucks to give
I'm a hub city nightmare, right there
Standing with the Likwit
Locked in with Aboriginal, they the business
I'm so solid, I eliminate frolics
Call it what you call it, it's the gangsta Alkaholik
Trust that ol' green, kush, no seeds
A different type of cloth I'm cut, that ol' creed
Man, these ho's ain't knowin' I'ma show 'em
King still trifling, Likwit still flowing
Blowing on nothing but the best, fuck stress
Show you how to rock it from Australia to the West
Turn down for what? A n***a'll sleep when he rest in peace
In other words, deceased
Until that part, I'ma just beast
And kick back with Trials and Briggs and just feast
[Chorus: Briggs, Trials & King T]
You know we eating, you know we eating
You know we eating, we feasting
You know we eating, you know we eating
You know we eating, we feasting
We stay eating, you stay starving
You stay mad while we stay laughing
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha

[Verse 3: Trials & King T]
Well, it's a hot, hot Sunday, blowing hydro in the breeze
Never wore a watch 'cause I got nowhere to be
With a scuba tank, hooked it up directly to the Hoobastank
Hooked up by Scuba Steve, rolling with that super dank
Dabbled in the dab
So fuckin' sticky couldn't pack it in a bag (Let that bitch breathe)
Then I'm in it till it's finished, snap like a mouse trap
If I don't get it, then I'm bench-pressing house cats
(Aboriginal) Handle the difference
The illest black villain since Lando Calrissian
And hand over fist, I break bricks with my paws
Roll the weed at warp speed while I listen to the sword
Keep bouncing, magician with the marijuana
Dropped the bomb in megaton, dutching out my power armour
With my squad large, leaping over cop cars
Inside a hydroponic shop to put a pot plant inside a pot plant
And feast
[Outro: Briggs, Trials & King T]
When we connect, you know we eat
Daz, Trials, Briggs, King T
Fix a plate and take your seat
Grab a drink and join the feast
When we connect, you know we eat
Daz, Trials, Briggs, King T
Fix a plate and take your seat
Grab a drink and join the feast
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha