[Intro]
Hehe
Word to Lee Spreewell
Word to the whole DDP (Jet 2 whussaap!)
You already know the deal
[Verse 1]
Uh, adrenaline's pumpin', tell them niggas we comin'
Dorsey Don Posse, come and get yo' shit plunged in
Undefeated, runnin' it just as soon as it starts
What's a goon to a goblin, or Cougar to a Don, bih!
Strapped up, suited, spat fresher than a prom fit
Ball hard, nigga; like you do it for a scholarship
Marvin Hall, niggas, Joseph Gray, Robbie Gassaway, niggas
Y'all niggas ain't ready, throw yo' pads away
It's about to get buck in here like Tampa Bay
And after games, they can't feel they body on that Saturday
Every Linebacker is a lion like Matthew
And we'll chew a Cougar like Goliath eatin' cashews
What I'm tryna say is, "y'all really not a task, dude"
Come run up that middle, get stuck like a tattoo
Come run up that middle, get popped like capsule
Crenshaw Cougars; coleslaw and cat food
Heh-heh, and we'll clean that cat-litter up
Star player off the field, got smacked, lit him up
Where yo' teammates, better get him up, boy
If he in the game, then we'll hit him up
All-Madden hit-stick, hope he gettin' up
Probably cool out the pads
But on that field, you best believe there ain't no love, nigga!
Heh-heh, and word to my alumni
Quarterback got a' arm like he held a gun high
And each receiver's fast, we'll spazz on you corners
Bulls-eye, hit the target on every route they run by
Heh-heh, y'all better watch who you run by
Y'all catchin' everything 'til y'all get popped then catch it sometimes
Y'all be throwin' bombs, all touch, that's dumb fly
Until we catch a pick and then run by, touchdown; T.D
That's seven on the board; Keith Lakey
Or seven on the board like the '06 Dwayne be, haha
Fourth down, I know y'all know how to punt, right?
You better hope you kick it all the way down to your drum-line
Heh-heh, DDP, yeah you know I bleed green
I only see that blue and gold in my pee stream
Minus the blue though, no bull feces
We the best team D, hope you don't receive
Uh, welcome to the school of hard knocks
A bunch of hard-hitters coached by Paul Knox
And y'all might think you' ready, but really y'all not
'Til you step up on that field, that's where that heart stops
Welcome to the roster of hitters; collision class, yes
D-line forcin' all your quarterback sacks, yet
Your quarterback ain't completed a pass yet
And our runnin' back's rackin' more stats than the whole MaxPreps
[Verse 2]
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh; gentlemen, gentlemen
I don't think they ready to let the dogs out the kennel
Facemask up, hit 'em wit' a bomb base wit' it
Keep it movin', run through 'em like Latte said it, nigga!
Heh, straight to the top is where we headed
Undefeated in the city, better hope the State' ready
Better hope the State set, 'cause records; we break every
And y'all just water-break; y'all ain't even game-ready, ha!
Word to Lee Spreewell and all of my DDP, well
That Cougar streak is washed up; sea-shores and sea-shells
If you find a' openin', you better run, sisters
Hope you straighten yo' pads, let yo' coach run wit' ya
Sweep you niggas up, man you should've played Quidditch!
Welcome to the hood, haha I ain't talkin' engines, nigga!
Welcome to the Terror-dome, hope you 'bout yo' business
Get smacked in them pads, could've swore we playin' tennis, ha
Cougars runnin' mouth, but we Dons teach a lesson
Y'all ain't got no accreditation, who you think you testin'?
Stacks up if you feel you the best then
And that's word to my brethren, DDP nigga!
[Outro]
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
Aye yo', aye, aye that one was for my big bro, you feel me?
Niggas be out here talkin' shit
But we' see how it go down on that field though
Word to Stafon Johnson, word to K.C
Word to, word to all my DDP niggas out there
Puttin' in work on that field
Word to, word to my niggas who bleed green
Word to the DDP niggas I came up wit'
And last, but not least
Word to the Crenshaw Cougars for losin' so magnificently!
Heh-heh, it's in the game like EA, you feel me?
It's in the game like EA Sports!
Heh-heh-heh, you know what?
I don't really think y'all ready though, ah