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attack of the county buildin chilren - nantes lyrics

[intro: the noogy adams show, episode 1]
county worker: noogy adams to window 27! noogy adams!

nina: ugh, this n*gga stay bullsh*ttin’

dw: d*mn, where noogy ass at?

nina: *smacks lips* he right there

random guy: ay foo *crowd cheers* i think they callin’ you

noogy: ay, good looks, bro

[verse 1]
welcome to the terrordome where n*ggas is k!llas, they all jank
and they sisters speak too much, be snitchin’ on who they gank
who play the game wit delinquents? not they mammy or they pappy
left a scar on mufasa kuz he lied bout active
boulevard to serengeti but impalas that we dodgin’ is the crash unit
you crash out if that’s yo last resort
got three chances and you can’t strike out
and you stressed kuz you older and yo homies chose wrong?
prison yard segregated, hope your stay isn’t lengthy
you barely eighteen if you like it i love it
so f*ck it but lemme stop preachin’
i’m standin’ in this line same as you
we gotta eat, let’s play they game
now, the system is atari and i’m holdin’ the stick
prolly act a lil crazy, walk in, fakin’ a limp
i’ma get this guap quick kuz i learned as a kid
ain’t no f*ckin’ free lunch ‘less the kitchen get hit with this blitz
[hook]
so we gone ride it til the wheels fall off
if they give to me, i’ma take it all
i see ’em watchin, don’t tell em where you got it
or they sn*tch the dollar out ya pocket
so we gon ride til the wheels fall off
don’t you dare tell ’em this where you stay
can’t hurt them n*ggas no way (man, noogy, c’mon, man!)
just tryna put food on your plate (man, you c’mon, stop bein’ a b*tch!)

[verse 2]
n*gga i done told you bout that sh*t
they gone catch you—
and then what? shut yo hungry ass up and let’s grab sumn to eat
like what? what you feelin?
you f*ckin wit chinese?
yea! let’s hit this atm and reup for our other needs
need drank, need smoke, prophylactics for the actions we aspire towards
but the women prefer professionals
clean cut kats bout bidness, h*lla respectable
recognize i’m inadequate then take it out on squares
like where you from n*gga?
oh, you don’t bang? man, take that hoodie off!
i need that wallet and that psp
don’t criticize my hypocrisy
the young’n in front that building needed them words of encouragement
off corners i’m cuttin’
dope fien’d him and i left him nothin’
end of discussion, boulevard bullsh*ttin’ wit no repercussions
these burners i’m tuckin’, they go for bout 30
fifteen from each clip if them crackers try gaffle me
apathy, i learned it from my uncle in them quiet moments
dark side blind but that third eye open
generation now lost kuz we chase the bare minimum
dissent move mountains and my n*ggas on the other side
rag out the back of my pants kuz that’s my lineage
visions of me bleedin’, my grandmother predicted it
county buildin’ chilren, no home training invented this
you’ll die on the county, i’m usin’ them crackers to get rich
[hook]
so we gone ride it til the wheels fall off
if they give to me, i’ma take it all
see ’em watchin, don’t tell em where you got it
or they sn*tch the dollar out ya pocket
so we gon ride til the wheels fall off
don’t you dare tell ’em this where you stay
can’t trust them n*ggas no way (no way)
always tryna take food off your plate (your plate, baby)
so we gone ride it til the wheels fall off
if they give to me, i’ma take it all
see ’em watchin, don’t tell em where you got it
or they sn*tch the dollar out ya pocket
so we gon ride til the wheels fall off
don’t you dare tell ’em this where you stay (stay)
can’t hurt them n*ggas no way
just tryna put food on your plate
said we gone ride it til the wheels fall off
we gone ride it til the wheels fall off
we gone ride it til the wheels fall off
we gone ride it til the wheels fall off

[outro: the noogy adams show, episode 2]
noogy: aight, n*gga, i cain’t bankrollin’ the kickbacks wit the food stamps

tiny: nah, realistically, we need to bankroll some hoes round this b*tch
dw: you got hoe money, n*gga? *crowd laughs*

tiny: nah but—

nina: y’all gon have to raise the f*ck up off my porch wit allat!! *crowd laughs*

noogy: man, c’mon, nina, you trippin!

nina: trip yo ass on a job, n*gga! *crowd laughs*

noogy: man, f*ck what she talkin’ bout, let’s get active! *crowd laughs*

dw: y’all down to mob to the swap meet?

tiny: yea, n*gga do need another white tee, asap

noogy: n*gga, f*ck a white tee! i’m tryn see who all outside!

- nantes lyrics

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