Lyrics Big Oaks - Punch Cabbie

Big Oaks

Set a cross hair straight for the forehead of,
Any sucker steppin north of Montrose’s sprawl.
Put the fear in every last one of you pawns.
Make sense of life’s little messy recounts.
Foster drew a line to trinity pub.
Meet Ronnie and have a beer with the rest of the thugs.
Crews all here and it’s about time.
This is home big oaks run the line.
Next stop Gladstone’s for another round.
Head out next house lets hit the town.
Nite caps up next what about.
Chizilla lets burn this fucker down.
Caught at the scene, set him back three days at least on a trumpeted up charge
no real crime.
Torn at the seams, lookin like a sad sack nothing but a body bag of broken
bones by the end.
Woo ho now
Ah so we, so we see another sucker trying to get cross eyed with us But we can’t be having it.
Big Vic’s got the science to knock it out.
Another game of flippy cup.
And big Vic’s going to be hitting the ground.
Give Jeff a call see what’s going down.
Bar B Q’s going on at Ronnie’s house.
Fire pits going, we don’t mess around.
Adopted family right here and right now.
Caught at the scene, set him back three days at least on a trumpeted up charge
no real crime.
Torn at the seams, lookin like a sad sack nothing but a body bag of broken
bones by the end.
Bridge open (no vocals)
Caught at the scene, set him back three days at least on a trumpeted up charge
no real crime.
Torn at the seams, lookin like a sad sack nothing but a body bag of broken
bones by the end.
BIG OAKS!!!