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Savage Journey lyrics (Lyrics)

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(Fuck da law)

[Hook: x3]

I dont give no fuck bout the law
Law dont give no fuck bout me
Fuck da law
Fuck da law, haw

[Verse 1:]

You can catch me morning up early
Beating that rooster yawne
The last rider
Shoot em up bang bang from Orange County
Me likes it dirty
My eyes tittly tight on this savage journey
Sipping on Moon Shine when Im thirsty
Beef Jerky done kilt my munchies
Packing two Colt 45s in this land of wild coyotes
Blood money savages
None of them who really knows me
Creep niggas them boys be plotting on my gold pieces
They show hating the stagecoach with the gold Dadens
Peanut Butter gutts like Reeses and horses with gold teethes
They curious about me
So da law starting to sweat me
Is the new face and town and all the broads starting to crowd me
But me sees them not
Cause I now its part of the plot to play me close

[Hook: x2]

I dont give no fuck bout the law
Law dont give no fuck bout me
Fuck da law
Fuck da law, haw

[Verse 2:]

Im at the town saloon tiddy bar
Where the locals go to get fucked up
Mister bartender double me up with your finest stuff
Granddaddys the name heres a fifty keep the change
And dont mine I need a little information
Bout a train thats coming in
Transporting prisoners
And I could use a few good men
Like my Uncle Mike, Daren, Lisa, Lil Ayah now what Im sayin
I wanna know the first arrival
Coming in due South from Live Oak
And it stays between the both of us
Cause I dont need no hassles
From these nosey ass town folk
And that redneck ass sheriff
And Im knowing that he gotta job to do
But why should I let em stop what I gotta do
So Im stomping kicking up dust in my rattle snake skin boots
Desperado lets start some shit
Blow up the courthouse in Orlando
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[Hook: x2]

I dont give no fuck bou t the law
Law dont give no fuck bout me
Fuck da law
Fuck da law, haw

[Talking]

Man dont hold yo mouth open looking like dat there
Shit, yall know it aint no damn secret
how the police been treating my people for many damn years
Yall crackers come round to my neighborhood
Acting like its yalls
Gotcha hands all in my muthafucking draws
Man what the fuck wrong wit u?
Fuck yall

[Verse 3:]

A crooked judge and a racist jury
Thats just every black mans story
So we holding grudges
Screaming fuck em
And all of the Orange County judges
And with little remorse
Im choking triggers
What ever to free my niggas
Shhh!!!
Better whisper because some of the listeners be house niggas
Field niggas
Florida DOC niggas
Now them da real niggas
From Brunstown to down south with a DC number
Riding out
Now how about cha
Give me my forty acres and my million
No good
Good for nothing
Sons of bitches
Trailer trash
I be collecting the stash
The ammunition just waiting for revolution
Hold yo fire
Black on black, its dem crackers we need to be shooting
Suck up yo pride like vacuums
Im getting tired of flaws in black suits
No matter what set you claim
Its a savage journey for all of us
Whether you live in da street or Beirut
Them crackers aint got no luv for you
Look at all the bullshit our folks went through
For equal rights for me and you
I aint asking for no favors
But just dont harass me
Cause you black cops be the worst cops
Yall niggas is voodoo
Fuck you

[Hook: x4]

I dont give no fuck bout the law
Law dont give no fuck bout me
Fuck da law
Fuck da law, haw

Fuck da law (fuck da law)
Fuck da law yall
[x2]