Official Kels - Rude Boyz lyrics

[Hook] Rude Boyz, Rude Boyz Shatas, Shatas All My n***as Got Dreads, All My n***as Got Dreads (x2) [Verse 1] I came with the rastas, I came with the shatas Smoking no thoughts with my hand on the bottle No dreads in my head but the brain of a scholar My partner, My partners you kno' that I got em' Mi Casa, Su Casa, Hakuna Matada Ain't got no problem u f** wit my gwalla Terminate b**hes like get in the chopper,Im pimpin these hoes & poppin my collah Ion play no games b**h I look like Sony Boy i got that thang you know I Keep it on me I Just need my cheese I feel like macaroni b**h I earned my stripes these hoes gone call me Tony Ona Friday me and smoke blowin blunts wit a n***a named Deebo And my n***a P.C. Called me told Mikey told me time to go And they picked up Blu in the whip he said no time to f** with these Hoes Called My n***a T-Bone say you my hitta? He said Shatas Fo' Sho' [Hook] Rude Boyz, Rude Boyz Shatas, Shatas All My n***as Got Dreads, All My n***as Got Dreads (x4) [Verese 2] Mississippi Gang If you touch my brothers, its gonna be trouble Back on the hustle, no time for no s**as, Serving that bu*ta All my n***as got dreads, all my n***as get bread All Yo n***as be snitchin', so all yo n***as be feds f**in round with them Rude Boyz, bustin at yo banana boat Every n***a round me smoke good green & eat cantaloupe No time for no p**y n***as, no time for no bullsh** Gone off to the ceiling, im super high off this content All my n***as got dreads, so all my n***as be rastas All yo n***as be busters, n***a nothin but I imposters All my n***as go restaurants eat at lobsters & toppers All my n***as got bad b**hes them hoes lookin like models (Mississippi Gang!) [Hook] Rude Boyz, Rude Boyz Shatas, Shatas All My n***as Got Dreads, All My n***as Got Dreads (x4)