[Commentary: Suffa]
Oh, sh*t! Crate Cartel in the building. Whaddup Maundz? What you on?
[Intro: Maundz]
We on that ol' "Fee Fi Fo Fum" type of sh*t
Whassup? Boppin’ along in the club on the train
Walkin’ around on the trains
The fenders and the Yamahas
Know everyone. Hey yo
[Hook: Maundz]
We want the kick, snare, hats, bass
To wake you up like a slap in the face
Bang for the drums, hum for the strings
Tick go the hat, yo, let's begin
So, we need to [?] the plank, what's the problem?
It ain't nothin' when the dome keeps a-boppin'
The four-course meal makes you wanna react
Let the drums bang, find me where the beats at
[Verse 1: Maundz]
[?] in my hand, let’s get busy
The rap [?] champion a Burn City
Who wanna rally in the alley over Mozzarelli
Cartel, he put the cheddar down [?]
Non-stop tango, f*ck the last dance
We hustle daily a metropolis like Clark Kent
And that’s that, just keep the bars cushy
Designed for my type of people, hide the giraffe pus*y
[?] you bombin’ the burbs
To [?] get it slappin’ in a concierge
No matter what you think, Sonny Jim, check it
The pepperoni drums get assaulted in a second
Uh, the joint wreck ‘em, serve ‘em up the salary
Put flames to a phat beat and burn another calorie
I can’t front, the drums got me, but I ball
Ch-pow, deck the motherf*ckin’ halls
[Hook: Maundz]
We want the kick, snare, hats, bass
To wake you up like a slap in the face
Bang for the drums, hum for the strings
Tick go the hat, yo, let's begin
So, we need to [?] the plank, what's the problem?
It ain't nothin' when the dome keeps a-boppin'
The four-course meal makes you wanna react
Let the drums bang, find me where the beats at
[Verse 2: Trials]
I said best case scenario, you’d wanna bring an army so
That you can watch your weed disappear faster than that red Ferrari go
Dangerous, waviest tsunami flows
I push your buttons like I’m punching in Konami codes
I f*ckin’ army roll a spliff, it’s that big
If they smellin’ that success, they caught a whiff of my di*k (that's it)
Golden Era and the Crate Cartel
I roll the L like the clock face read eight past twelve
Hell, said them winds keep me docile
These rappers all reaching next to where I keep my mobile
I said “f*ck them” and their friends, motherf*ck them too
We’re seventeen different shades of some plum bamboo
It’s Godzilla versus Gamera holdin’ all the cameras
The same way the fiends are holding soda stream canisters
On pay day with eight mates, line ‘em up before the shot
Blinds are up, pour a mound, f*ckin’ line ‘em up
[Hook: Maundz]
We want the kick, snare, hats, bass
To wake you up like a slap in the face
Bang for the drums, hum for the strings
Tick go the hat, yo, let's begin
So, we need to [?] the plank, what's the problem?
It ain't nothin' when the dome keeps a-boppin'
The four-course meal makes you wanna react
Let the drums bang, find me where the beats at
[Verse 3: Maundz]
Give the drummer some, keep a cooked set
Alphabetic acrobat, poetic ‘til I’m dead
Lessen tight inch but I need to kick the thumbs
Six-five, to one-on-one, bpm fisticuffs
Shoot a fair one right to your ear drum
The motherf*ckers out here yelling Red Rum
Groobles in the pocket, groupies sniffin’ ice and tonic
Dudes are [?] with a [?] full of hydroponics
[?] like a wet noodle, bobble when the beat drop
Ha ha, yo, it’s the same when the beat stop
Rock, paper, scissors, who wanna play the winner
I rock the cut like [?] it’s the paper scribbler
Ain’t consider when it’s time for rap discussion
Though rappers, they discuss it, though won’t bust on the percussion
Turn the function out, that’s what the f*ck we ‘bout
Ch-pow, deck the motherf*ckin’ halls
[Hook: Maundz]
We want the kick, snare, hats, bass
To wake you up like a slap in the face
Bang for the drums, hum for the strings
Tick go the hat, yo, let's begin
So, we need to [?] the plank, what's the problem?
It ain't nothin' when the dome keeps a-boppin'
The four-course meal makes you wanna react
Let the drums bang, find me where the beats at
[Outro: Sample]
Said “hell yeah” (hell yeah)
Said “hell yeah” (hell yeah)
Said “hell yeah” (hell yeah)
Said “hell yeah” (hell yeah)
Said “hell yeah” (hell yeah)
Said “hell yeah” (hell yeah)
Said “hell yeah” (hell yeah)
Said “hell yeah” (hell yeah)
[Commentary: Suffa]
Check it out. Crate Cartel/Golden Era collab. My man Maundz has an album comin’ out, it’s called Nobody’s Business. And the sh*t bangs – of course. And now, next up, we’ve got drink and smoke and strip, west coast – A.B. Original.