Lyrics
O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh Little H.R. in a Minor Threat
With a bad brain, and wants everything
Georgetown Punk, forget what you are
I'm a black cat shreddin' in a U-Haul
Used to be scared of death, I was scared to death
Of being just kept just 'cuz I wore pair of checks (Nikes)
Now I'm makin' real moves 'cuz we started young
Going to rap battles - with guitars and drums
Homie I am from where you need to be
Human rights are sung from the Green in me
I'm a top-notch art kid with rock chops
Yeezy ain't really put me on to no Fosgot
Oh, oh
Hooligans coming
Rude boy
Lootin' in London
Ain't no one fucking with me
Ain't no one fucking with me
Oh, oh
Hooligans coming
Rude boy
Lootin' in London
Ain't no one fucking with me
Ain't no one fucking with me
Black Meadows, I'm a brother still
Got no rims, support my color well
Covered in Green, just like Congo
You can't just find me anywhere on Tourian so
I make rock music, yeah even through
My skin black, real black - Eddie Winslow
Since Nintendo I've been spittin' flows
Headbangin' to Nirvana, now I'm rippin' clothes
Not a hippie, no, I'm a District heathen
I can relate to Cali niggas in the Brooklyn figures
You be so strong, I mess you with another
Listen to one song, and think you know a color
Oh, oh, hooligans coming
Rude boy lootin' in London
Ain't no one fucking with me
Ain't no one fucking with me
Oh, oh, hooligans coming
Rude boy lootin' in London
Ain't no one fucking with me
Ain't no one fucking with me
O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, hooligans coming
Rude boy lootin' in London
Ain't no one fucking with me
Ain't no one fucking with me
Oh, oh, hooligans coming