Easy

Nasty kicks and rusty snares

A slightly off-beat flair

Tell me, where would you find this elsewhere

More covered than LL's hair

By marching bands and fans from Japan

Down to Bel-Aire

Not since Santa Claus have y'all

Seen someone deliver they gifts

With an elf's care

Like A.D. delivers theirs

I swear, I swear

I scare like Huey P. Newton

Up in the wicker chair

And we bare arms more than a weightlifter

Got more mystique than a shapeshifter

More attempts to copy us than a page printer

We make our way through the body

Just like today's dinner

The body meaning body of people

Up in the party we about to enter

So enter, uh, the dragon

Hop on the bandwagon

After each show

Like little kids our fans taggin

Thanks for taggin' us

All the social media photos and stuff, yeah

Lights, camera, action, yeah

Lights, camera, action, yeah

Lights, camera, action, yeah

Easy

I don't know what y'all thinkin' about me

Not killin' em softly

I'm killin' em loudly

I think the ancestors lookin' down on us proudly

But who knows

We be showin' up at the shows cash only

Niggas on the low

Say they real but mad phony

They beef is baloney

Fans be like low-key

Reppin' at our shows

Lyrical karaoke

Clowns all around

Actin' like our groove ain't real with it

Then they see us live

Can't deny they gotta deal with it

Field day feelin' it

People say we killin' it

We bring the sisters out

For that sex appeal in it's

No regrets

We be Boba Fest

With this deadly weaponry

When we blow the set

Enemies off and on

Like a strobe effect

Adult contemporary hip-hop

Is what we rep

Yes

Yes

Lights camera action, yeah

Lights camera action, yeah

Lights camera action, yeah

Easy

Easy