Lyrics Leisure Gang - Sweatshop Union

Leisure Gang

Hey, are you distant, a different head space that you’re living in
Get chased in your dividends
Me?
I’ll be sitting here, Leisure Gang
Kickin' it, to something new from the crew
With the spliff and it’s so damn addictive
I suggest y’all giving it a try
Sitting, getting high, just listening to I, or
Listen' to Mo, Metty, Ray, Pigeon Hole, Def 3, Itchy Ron
Just in case you didn’t know
We got that high grade, we got that wizard smoke
All I’m tryna say is this shit just isn’t dope
It isn’t difficult for us to see that it’s counterfeit
It’s leafy and brown and shit we spit that BC ovr the counter shit
Yeah you need a doc’s not to hit this
His shit?
All you’ll do is cough, choke, and get sick
We got that traded for coke over the border shit
The good shit they smoking from Hoboken to Oregon
(Hook x2)
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Gang!
Transcend is to lift off
Bout to blast off, getting off
Get tossed out in the ether
Come back as a skinny white Rick Ross
Jumpin' like Kris Kross, follow the leader
Make the whole crowd seizure
Everybody leave here slave to the speakers
Screamin', «I'm a believer!»
Came here to blow up and set shit
Leisure Gang
Mo’s a fiend, chill since age fifteen
Philistine, king of the makeshift dream
Hurricane, y’all just a minor brainstorm
I remain calm, when they try we pray for 'em
I self-lord and master
Final chapter, half price, half Zedong
Born in the cave where the snakes are
My duke’s the black ops but they made off
Abraham to Adolf, cosmic play-offs
Every night in hell they sort out a chaos
We stayed breathin' and he stayed grateful
You can hate me but you can’t make me hate you
Life too sacred, hatred is weakness
Represent real shit, ancient as Egypt
Feel me?
The real G never dies, really
The sun God’s runnin on paradise, silly
(Hook x4)
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Leisure who
Leisure who, Gang!