[Intro]
It's The Villageee
It's the Village

[Verse 1: Kembe X]
I used to rock the Olive Green 5s and Nudie Capri trousers
Bragged on how I rapped, but refusing to freestyle
But was not lying
Chill with The Village and see how
We do YOLO shit, create masterpieces in 3 hours
Boy it's been one hell of a winter
Now picture this, with my n***as up in the crib
Spittin verses about flipping bricks
All for fun, the world knows we're more concerned about licking tits
And drinking soft liquor, spitting them lyrics that give 'em fits
And um..
It's 2012, I give a fuck if we dyin'
She do the dicks and say she love us, give a fuck if she lyin'
Say you rap, don't play your shit? Bruh cut the fuckery down
I was too fat when I ain't rap, them bitches fuck with me now
If he hatin' on the squad, we bring insane pain to that n***as (head)
Headed out to California, bumping "Stain Gang With That Village"
Teachers laughed at me, ain't pass me, I had 3DP
And now I laugh each time I glance up at my GED

[Hook]
So put your hands in the air if you feel good
And your middle fingers up if you pissed
We all know life is a bitch
But it's also a bad one
Plus you'd be hella dead if you ain't never had one
Get up off your ass son, go get you some shit
Instead of sitting here bitching about your issues and shit
Them n***as never send it up as thoroughly as The Vill would
So put them fuckin hands in the air if you feel good
[Verse 2 Monster Mike]
It's young #Michael
I used to rob n***as for young iPhones
The stain god
I fuck with Based God, he changed my life though
I still get high though
N***as knowin', it ain't no thing
Fakest grill, I be off the chain
Hella veggies it ain't no wings
I'm just playing, they're so plain
I'm so stain, we so paid
Swagger Village, on the real bitch
We too ill bitch
What you saying?
I be saying the words that rhyme with the other words
Rapping Genius, in other words
Filming genius, I love the Swervin'
Off the Smokes, make them slugs curve in
She's a Mike virgin?
That's alright, we'll be F-Wordin'
Do it raw but now I be Suparaw
Spit it til n***as stupid on
Fuckin with hella groupies, just tryna see what the group be on
Cause I be known'
The girls be hella goin'
I try to tell my homie
My homie don't be folding'
But I ain't finna hold him
I'm tryna hold this reefer
On chief, cause I've been a chiefer
I'd pay for it but this cheaper
Yep!
[Hook]
So put your hands in the air if you feel good
And your middle fingers up if you pissed
We all know life is a bitch
But it's also a bad one
Plus you'd be hella dead if you ain't never had one
Get up off your ass son, go get you some shit
Instead of sitting here bitching about your issues and shit
Them n***as never send it up as thoroughly as The Vill would
So put them fuckin hands in the air if you feel good