WAKE UP THE NEIGHBORS

Lyrics

[Intro: DUSTY LOCANE] Yeah, grrt-tah I wanna see what's rollin', man (You're gonna need some water for this one) I got Al wit' me, look, uh [Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE & Albee Al] Bro'll pull up to the function Hopped out, niggas started runnin' And you don't wanna talk bodies, 'cause we pile 'em up likes it's nothin' Opp pack, and it's punchin', my lil' homie said, "Fuck it" If we outside, I give him the green, then all he gotta' do is up it (Grrt, bow) Choppa'll wake up the neighbor I caught him slippin', then graved him Bitch, I'm a shooter like Tatum He on the floor, and they beggin' to save him I'm from the trenches, they made him So you know I'm a shooter and still tryna date him Hop out the Track and wavе it [Verse 1: DUSTY LOCANE] Hopped out, and he got gunned down All thе neighbors hearin' is a drum sound Two poles and they switched up, you ain't one of us, then don't come 'round He tote a knocker, he a man now It's gon' be another man down Oh, he ain't know that he was for the drillers, guess that nigga understand now [Verse 2: Albee Al] (Hold the fuck up, let's go) Like, I want him dead All of that woofin' and dissin' the dead I told my brother that I'm seein' red, and he brought me his head Dusty is Crip, and nigga, I'm Blood It ain't ya' life, you runnin' to us You screamin', "Cuz," it's brotherly love Gangster to gangster, it come from the mud [Verse 3: DUSTY LOCANE] Look, niggas comin' from the bottom We was dealin' wit' the opposition broad day, have my lil' homie drop 'em He was in the picture, so we cropped 'em Roll that boy in a spliff, it's knockin' ARP or the Drac', Al got the K, you know he a problem, uhhh [Verse 4: Albee Al] Who am I? King of my city, I'm givin' 'em hope I heard a opp got shot in his throat Stars in the mission, it's murder she wrote So who want the smoke? I heard he died, but his eyes open, they thought he was woke I had to mute 'em, the Glock a remote Swear I be trippin', I'm easy provoke Yo, shit, it get sticky, man, I got it on me, I'm keepin' a blicky I roll through the city and cops tryna get me, opps tryna get me You better run like you Ricky, you better run, run, run You better run like you Ricky, 'cause I got a gun, gun, gun [Verse 5: DUSTY LOCANE] Look, my niggas prone to violence And whether you wit' us or not, it don't matter, 'cause my niggas known for slidin' We got it down to a science All I gotta' do is send the lo', they go You know my niggas on timin', heat it up, change the climate Look, green beam on the laser Let him run, I don't gotta' chase him To the gang, I'm a saviour Have 'em push yo' wig like a taper Fourth quarter, we was down five, but we couldn't let them niggas take us Tell 'em, "Drill," and it's, "Copy," now we scorin' on 'em like a Laker [Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE & Albee Al] Bro'll pull up to the function Hopped out, niggas started runnin' And you don't wanna talk bodies, 'cause we pile 'em up likes it's nothin' Opp pack, and it's punchin', my lil' homie said, "Fuck it" If we outside, I give him the green, then all he gotta' do is up it (Grrt, bow) Choppa'll wake up the neighbor I caught him slippin', then graved him Bitch, I'm a shooter like Tatum He on the floor, and they beggin' to save him I'm from the trenches, they made him So you know I'm a shooter and still tryna date him Hop out the Track and wave it [Outro: Albee Al] Yeah, she know I'm a shooter and still tryna date him Yeah, she know I'm a shooter, know I'm a— I got a Drac' and wave it