Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Family '68, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Family '68 |
Brother, while you were here playing beer pong |
I was dealing with the viet cong |
Me and my familia, we are strong, a real bond |
So string along, I’m gonna sing a song, now bring it on |
Who are you? |
Hey, hey, who are you? |
Clay, I’m just a boy from the bayou |
There’s a battle raging, man and nature |
But if you can navigate the salivating alligators, Hell awaits ya |
See you at Sammy’s place an hour later |
And do a man a favour 'cause I’m outta paper |
Grab the tab and pay the round |
And get yourself a drink to drown your sorrows and a chaser |
Down it straight and then head out into the town for capers |
My knuckles got a couple scars from scuffles in bars |
Over shuffled cards, I hustle hard, there’s a shovel in the trunk |
Of my muscle car for when the trouble starts |
Some dogs are only loyal 'til you pull the muzzle off |
Visibly twitchy, there’s a reason you’re fidgety |
Must be the midges, heat and humidity, breeding stupidity |
Bitch! |
We’ve no need for your sympathy |
Concealing your bigotry beneath a sheet of duplicity |
And revealing your inner beast |
Down in the deep south, we do it differently |
I mean if you’re feeling me |
Dead in the middle of river row, little did we know |
That we riddled two middlemen who didn’t do diddly |
Oh, this is New Bordeaux, so what’s a few more schmoes |
Asking for their ass kicked? |
That’s their last trick |
How’d you like the bottom of a swamp for a casket? |
'Til you’ve had it all taken away, you’ll never know |
The meaning of family |
Once you’ve had it all taken away then all you want’s |
To be in a family |
Yeah, the new black mob, courtesy of Bourbon Street |
Might not know me but you heard of me, certainly |
The Marcanos tried to murder me but when I pull the heat |
My people started rising like mercury |
The Italian Mafia killed without mercy |
So now, it’s time to turn this town topsy-turvy |
If you in the family then you getting amnesty |
We plan to bleed these heathens |
From the city like a damn disease |
New Bordeaux, my residency |
And I can’t control what the residents see |
So me and my conglomerates shall remain anonymous |
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me |
Put you in a coma not induced medically |
Feed you to the creatures, not leaving a shred of evidence |
Evidently, I need to break it down so lemme see |
If you keep messing with me, you’ll be a swamp delicacy |
The only cocktail you drink is a molotov |
There’ll be a few scorched men in New Orleans |
When we catch 'em nodding off |
Bullets will be tossed across ya noggin |
Keep on talking and we’ll pop you like a bottle top |
And transport you out of state |
We dump bodies before they can draw the chalk lines |
You can vanish without a trace |
Safe to say, my serrated blade’ll ruin y’all |
Stabbed so many times, I got you looking like a voodoo doll |
War is what it’s time for, go and grab a knife or a shotty |
Turn a sight for sore eyes into an eye sore |
Got your body floating downstream towards the ninth ward |
Family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you die for |
'Til you’ve had it all taken away, you’ll never know |
The meaning of family |
Once you’ve had it all taken away then all you’ll want’s |
To be in a family |