Oh No

Oh no!
Oh no!
Here we go again, it’s a dry war
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here they come to mess it up
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here we go again, it’s a dry war
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here they come to mess it up.

If they show up, they’re true artists
Who believe in their dreams and what they do on the stage
Get ready, 'cause if I’m filled with conquests, the whips of the masochists
The stars of the show on the stage are listening to me
They were waiting for us, it was about time
Now I ask, who are the thugs?
We’re the white-collar guys messing with the neighborhood fights
Sounding real on the radio, tearing up the stage
Living off the interests of the businessmen
If I made 5 million a month, I’d be way too rich
Buddy, who kills the game, it’s clear this is a business
Though it turns into a problem when it pays off for the envious
Who don’t even sound off in their own homes and work for leisure
I’m way too ambitious with the music, I enjoy the stage, I destroy
With a couple of ladies by my side, I’m a real slacker
On the street, the concept of revolution, I became the baron
Tequila with the flow, I arrive without pressure like a Hummer
Moving on the stage, I came spinning, women full of laughter
Those who take the lead are always the artists
Keeping an eye on the game.

Oh no!
Oh no!
Here we go again, it’s a dry war
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here they come to mess it up
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here we go again, it’s a dry war
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here they come to mess it up.

This is how the brothers roll with style
Elegant like the parades of the fancy
In a crew like the tribe of the Apache Indians
With an axe and a raccoon tail around their necks
Those who freeze always make a ruckus
We come in strong like the best of the best
I hold the league so tight, there’s no way it’ll unravel
Give me a shot of my rhyme to get you drunk
Ladies, stand up, frogs, get down
'Cause we’re coming in darker than jet black
My rhythm’s possessed to get you hooked
The best combo in voice with the realness
Ghost rappers, grab your stuff
Before I arrive and you get shut down
Where we pass, the girls make more signs than a pitcher in a catch
Murmuring that the most expensive isn’t pistachio.

Oh no!
Oh no!
Here we go again, it’s a dry war
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here they come to mess it up
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here we go again, it’s a dry war
Oh no!
Oh no!
Here they come to mess it up.