Yankee y el valiente (TROOKO’s versión)

This week, this week, this week

Esta semana en Yankee y El Valiente

Back at it like a crack addict, Mr. Black Magic

Crack a bitch back, chiropractic, Craftmatic

Big Daddy smoking big Cali in a black alley

In a black Grand Natty rolling down Old Natty

Hair nappy, matty as a black granddaddy

All fact, no cappin', fat, black boat captain

Stay floatin', no flappin', wave runner, I'm a gunner

I'ma have your block hot as a sauna all summer

And I put that on Osama and my motherfuckin' mama

I'ma terrorize the actors playing like they want some drama

I'ma chop 'em with a chopper 'til I motherfuckin' drop 'em

Crack addict, a mack with the blackest fabric on back

I magically rack it and dash while I'm duckin' rat-a-tat-tats

I'm runnin' the truck over sucker shit

Matter of fact, kiss the ass and even the cra-a-ack

Automatic facts, it's like tha-a-at (whoo)

It's scammer bliss when you puttin' villains in charge of shit

All of us targeted, all we doin' is arguin'

Pardon 'em as they work until every pocket's

Been picked and soul been harvested

I'm ready to mob on these fuckin' charlatans

Go-go-go-, go-go-go-go-

Go-go-go-go-, go-go-go-go-

Go-go-go-go-, go-go-go-, go-go-

What we gon' do-? (Ay, hermano)

'Til time die, I'm galactically fly

The moon is movin' the maniacs in the city to crime

Hearts fry, all this neon is rippin' us up inside

Immortality's out of bounds, it's a one-round ride

I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside

I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes

Chose the latter, it don't matter, it ain't suicide

And if the news say it was, that's a goddamn lie

I can't let the pigs kill me, I got too much pride

And I meant it when I said it, never take me alive

I got the Grand Nat runnin' in the alley outside

Now, Michael, run like you hungry and get your ass in the ride

I'd rather have and not need you than watch your rotten demise

And you still owe me for them Nikes, you do not get to just die

You try to fuck with my brother, you get the bastard surprise

And that's more honest than your whole life in a fraction of time

I didn't get my degree in how to smoke weed 'til I'm blind

So you could ruin my high, Jewel Runner doing you bye

My brother made a point, so out the back door I'ma slide

I'm chubby, husky, thighs scrubbin', fuckin' up my Levi's

A crooked copper got the dropper, I put lead in his eye

'Cause we heard he murdered a black child, so none of us cried

Yankee and the brave are here

Everybody hit the deck

We don't mean no harm

But we truly mean all the disrespect (Cuatro)

TROOKO

(Ay, hermano)