Yeah

Vets

Dj Tray

Yes

Lets get it

[Verse 1:]

Only new English, now I’m speaking Swiss German

And Japanese, when overseas, my clic’s earnin’

The Chinese, smokin’ Thai weed, my spliffs burnin’

In mid air, flying the globe, the shit’s turnin’

The joint’s hot, they playin’ our tracks, and chick’s learnin’

The DJ’s, push the replay, like Chris Vernon

And they know the Vets, fuck a old cassette

Cause we got all the blunts lit like a bowl of zest

And we flow the best, you should know the rest

One bar break your lumbar and make your shoulder stretch

Fuck a quarter pounder, never hit it, ground’er

In Germany, my Ron Burgundy I’m heatin’ flounder

Then I got the bouncer, sippin’ cold rum

Back up my french smoke show and hit a home run

Another goals done, then we off to the next

Swiss Vets, and we rockin’ your set

We get it

[Verse 2:]

Catch fools that’s what the [?] told me

And I believin’ every word

Cult and paper then I swerve

Transporting a couple words

Plus the herb

So you could say to travel is my destiny

From fast cats to having a blast

It brought the best in me

To move across the border, so free

My passport is tattooed

Don’t ask where I been

My book will smack you

I act cool, crazy

I went from packing that black tool

To studying that Chinese school

Understand chopsticks

I pick my fish up, strong teeth

No shit, you best believe

My focus is all key

We push

Pushin’ our way through different continents

With confidence

We ate without the condiments

Elevatin’ our consciousness

To use the same pride with your drugs

From mustard paper to love

Master fears only dealtin’ for us

We got a buzz it ain’t that hard to see

N.B.S. homie we are the G’s

Make 40,000 but it was R’nB