P-R-O-D Straight outta Belfast and we're bringing the boys I got Luke on the beat and we're ringing the noise North, west, south and east I've reds, blues, orange, and greens And the Woodvale Old Park GCBS Screaming skulls in the SRD Cunts on the west, Pole, Glast' and Twinbrook Cunts down, never see me spinnin' the wheels Ain't no cunts can do what we do And I got these cunts all under one roof You ain't no cop and you ain't no rot And your van they don't smell and you're all good No PG unless it's pure green Blowin' up balloons, bombin' MD You ain't carry your 3 IG's a P Keep her lit, ye cunt ye Shankill baby, on the fucking map You wanna thank me baby, 'mon suck my cock From the road, the Ardoyne, all I come up while I do Is just blow our load and get a load of coin Drink port, joint rolled, lane racked, you know the score Straight outta Belfast, the best in the land The Spence fella, what the fuck are you'se at? This Spence fella Straight outta Belfast, the fucking best on the land under G-O-D Ain't no cunts can do what we do Red and blue, orange and green, we come as one And we run the country, ye cunt ye P-R-O-D, T-A-I-G, I don't give a fuck who you are As long as you've heart and you keep it a G Get your money, feed your family, and you're sweet with me I am who I am, but I've love for cunts on both sides of the wall Together we stand, divided we fall Ain't no cunts come close 'Cause we're the realest cunts that live under god Cunts hate us 'cause they never made us, you can't break us You'll not beat us, and you'll never fuckin' replace us 24/7, 365, lit to the fuckin' board Welcome to heaven, that's us And aye, this is what we're fuckin' livin' for Different colours, different flags Livin' off the same drug, addicted to the same high Feelin' the same love, bleedin' the same blood Two becomes one mum, we'll rule the fuckin' world, son There ain't no fuckin' cunts like us 'Cause there ain't no fuckin' cunts like us Straight outta Belfast Red and blue, orange and green Led by the Spence fella Runnin' the fuckin' world P-R-O-D Drink port, joint rolled, lines sniffed You know the score Day and night, it is right Seven days of the fuckin' week Straight outta Belfast, ye cunt yeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
