Letras
Yo, Coinside, it's time to eat, baby
No more talking, baby
Double A
They called us underdogs, with total disrespect
Rogers and Brady got the business, Mr. Newton's next
No doubt they gonna doubt, but we believe in us
We got some unfinished business, and finish is a must
So bring your game face, and lace your cleats tight
Make sure you're ready for war, bring one hell of a fight
Because my boys are hungry, and now it's time to eat
You underestimate the crush, and you'll get crushed, G
You know my defense relentless, stay on the front line
Bend but never break, battle tested when it's crunch time
Bronco gang in the building, we killing Cam's dreams
Because it's time to be champs, it's time to get rings
We chasing 50, won't stop it until we hoist the trophy
And bring it home, cause them back to backs looking kinda lonely
So keep on doubting, homie, how does your foot taste
Shut your mouth, no more talking, bring your game face
It's 60 minutes of war, It's 60 minutes of war
It's 60 minutes of war, bring your game face
It's 60 minutes of war, bring your game face
It's 60 minutes of war, It's 60 minutes of war
It's 60 minutes of war, bring your game face
It's 60 minutes of war, bring your game face
Put a panther against a horse, what do you think is really gonna happen
Put him on the field, get ready for the kill, you'll never know
Who's gonna be the one tackling, coming from the back end
Could it be the front, could it be the sideline
It's not what you want, we smite the kitty
Little box, old cam has no option to duck
Hit him in the middle of the offensive line
Kill middle first, you better think this time
Coming from the kitty, it's Super Bowl 50
And I'm taking all bets for the orange design
I back up my talk if the enemy lies
And for the third time, this is all for bat
When we in Bronco game, with the Bronco skills, we got the bat
Four corners, the hoist of Lombardi at four corners