Oh We're Redskins! We want to get out of here We want to get out of here We want to get out of here We want to get out of here We want the career, everyone ***s you and makes you a career My boys die of nausea, but tonight Those tight pants with the new careers The quick boys make new warriors At the beginning how the *** did you run? The people who wonder how the *** we grow Instead of thinking about how I grew For my men I raise my voice If I raise my voice, brother, go back to bed You talk about stuff, but at home there's a bed You talk about things that your brother has already read You send me home even without a bed For people with bad partners Better ears in the bad neighborhoods Give me those pieces of 100, a nice gesture These bags are a financing For my brothers I want to turn on a pagani, pay me If my brother wants the money, you give it to him I'm at the door where you live, live I raise my cup like platinum Oh, I carry a stack of gold I'm at the door where you live, live I raise my cup like platinum Oh, I carry a stack of gold You are no longer a parody between Ali G And my boys like barbarians Yes, brother, you believe in TV Yes, at the end, brother, we are at the PC Yes, at the PC, I am the new Jimi Hendrix ACD, we sell everything like the Arabs Aladdin, oh, brother, how am I doing? X-Factor, yes, this stuff is science fiction Tim Burton, the only adjective for you Shuttle, this stuff is another world Brother, yes, shuttle Don't do mine, for mine Don't copy mine, for mine Don't call mine, for mine Don't call us by name, for mine Don't call me Fuji, for mine I'm not there, for mine Don't take it with you, for mine Don't say that work Take a shot I'm not a *** band Take a shot I'm not a *** band Take a shot We return with the attack of us Us, us, us We return with the attack of us Us, us, us