| We don’t like outsiders, we don’t like outsiders
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| I know off-key yardies and some low-key naijas
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| Southside OG, OG southsiders
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| Strip club on Friday, I might throw some fivers
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| Yeah, finders' keepers, so I hope it’s finders
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| I let the white go cheapest, and let the dope fiends find us
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| We’re standing outside Keisha’s, this was about '05-ish
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| Was handing out these pizzas, man had to duck these sirens
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| You nigga like these pilots, we don’t like these pirates
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| Silencer, we gon' light these silent
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| Yeah, violent yout, he’s lookin' like he’s violent
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| I don’t trust that yout, he’s lookin' like he’s Trident
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| Loud pack, that’s what we like, we buy them
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| Fry them, you see them eye dem red, he’s lookin' like he tried them
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| Little bad mind yout, that’s why a man don’t like them
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| But his bitch look good, I’m lookin' like «Alright den»
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| We don’t like outsiders
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| We don’t like outsiders
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| Bloodclart insects
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| We jump out like spiders
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| We be them ride out youts
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| Yeah, that’s right, we riders
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| Cuh man are God bless youts
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| These likkle man need guidance
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| We don’t like outsiders, we don’t like outsiders
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| I just stepped outside, inna mi socks and sliders
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| Eastside OG’s, the OG eastsiders
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| Man ain’t got a skateboard, but you know we’re grinders
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| But I’ve got the peng food, crushing up in grinders
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| It’s like I’m on the D Block, man are straight ruff ryders
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| Them bwoy, they are plastic, just like the new fivers
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| Look, shit will get drastic, I dare a man try us
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| Swear down, it’s a long ting, I swear down, it’s a long ting
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| Them man there are on stuff, them man, they are on tings
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| Spare me the long talk, look, spare me the long ting
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| I can get a man boxed up, like my name was Don King
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| Got the thinking boxed up, like I just when shopping
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| When will it stop? |
| But I ain’t stopping
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| When will I flop? |
| But I ain’t flopping
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| Haters stare but I ain’t watching
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| Nobody ain’t got time for that
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| Look, if a man ain’t inna my circle
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| Nobody ain’t got time for chat
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| We don’t like outsiders
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| We don’t like outsiders
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| Bloodclart insects
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| We jump out like spiders
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| We be them ride out youts
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| Yeah, that’s right, we riders
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| We just lodged them feds
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| Yeah, that’s right, we drivers
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| We don’t like outsiders, we don’t like outsiders
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| We send them shots, send them gliders
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| Let’s put 'em to the test, let’s see if he’s a riders
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| None of your dogs ain’t got nothing on none of my rottweilers
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| I got the bird call, 'cause I got insiders
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| Connected to the road, connected to the insiders
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| I got the thugs on lock, and I got the getaway drivers
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| See a man bumblebee, I got the army of my beehivers
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| Us man are hunters, them man are good hiders
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| Get a hole in your hat like one of them old school visors
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| Bu da bup bup, them man there ain’t from my corner
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| Them man there ain’t from my circle
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| What do we call them man? |
| Outsiders
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| No one cares about them man there cuh
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| What do we call them man? |
| Outsiders
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| Them man there can’t get in the dance cuh
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| What do we call them man? |
| Outsiders
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| Man’ll go Brexit on them
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| Pull out the ting, flex it on them (Blap!)
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| New ting, test it on them (Blap)
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| With the big ting, bu da bup bup
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| We don’t like outsiders
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| We don’t like outsiders
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| Bloodclart insects
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| We jump out like spiders
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| We be them ride out youts
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| Yeah, that’s right, we riders
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| Cuh man are God bless youts
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| These likkle man need guidance |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outsiders , by - Giggs. Song from the album Wamp 2 Dem, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп