Ghetto Blaster Weapon Of Choice
Saturday night, time to drink time to fight
Time to f..ck shit up
Just waiting for the time to be right
I'm walking down the streets
Scoping out my enemies
I know these streets, home to me
You can not hide, you can not flee
Come on and bring your boys
You're all just f..cking toys
I don't think that you feel me
The beast has been unleashed
Come on now whatchu gunna do?
You can't mess with the GB Crew
Brick to your face
You're a f..cking disgrace
Stand there with your boys
But I got my weapon of choice
Sunday morning comes along
Passed out on the lawn
With a broken jaw
Empty Alcohol
Bottle laying next to me
I got no memory
When the booze it's my veins it's time to attack
And I know that my crew always has my back
I've got my baseball bat
My brain is f..cking snapped
I don't think that you feel me
The beast has been unleashed
Come on now whatchu gunna do?
You can't mess with the GB Crew