| They asking what happened, but we just relaxin' |
| They asking what happened, but we taking action |
| We keep on bringin' the fire |
| The Soul they have to acquire |
| They asking what happened |
| Phony Ppl here tonight we bring a good feeling |
| Word got around, 200 gathered, an apartment buildin' |
| Was «the location», sound thumpin', house jumpin' |
| Where the party is is obvious, so don’t ask nothin' |
| See what my band is. |
| We upper-handed |
| You understand it? |
| Re-Up the band then |
| Its hard to manage |
| We Brooklyn Bandits |
| Roll up to the venue, just to roll up at the venue |
| My boys got dank |
| But it all starts off with a noise complaint |
| Break it up, cut the grass, while I’m vibin' in the cypher |
| Phony puff, puff laugh |
| And I might add |
| From the blaze to the stage, girls on my ass |
| Enter carefully because the floor is feeling like a trampoline |
| The ceiling broke up under us, because of us. |
| Cover us |
| And then the cops came |
| And shut shit down |
| They asking what happened, but we just relaxin' |
| They asking what happened, but we taking action |
| We keep on bringin' the fire |
| The Soul they have to acquire |
| They asking what happened |
| Listen officer man |
| Thoughts of us sittin' in the can got me cautious, so damn! |
| See, my plan was to get some liquor in my system |
| Probably dance, find a few chickens to split amongst my niggas, get some whamsz |
| But, as time wasted we had just came in |
| You know vacant places get break-ins, how you gon' blame them! |
| See the dude that’s friends with the DJ got drunk and started buggin' |
| Went up to this group of white kids started yapping about nothin' |
| After that they started punching, throwin' bottles, we started duckin' |
| Tryna save a few models, take’em back and get back into somethin' |
| We fucking dipped |
| Went outside, to our surprise |
| Bunch of red, white and blue lights up in the sky |
| And then the cops came |
| And shut shit down |
| They asking what happened, but we just relaxin' |
| They asking what happened, but we taking action |
| We keep on bringin' the fire |
| The Soul they have to acquire |
| They asking what happened |