War Drums Songtext
von Quakers

Nowadays the music is free but shows cost money
No need to ring my phone if you ain′t got none for me
My fans told me "Cat, you been chilling enough
Now it's time to come and crush it with the rugged and rough"
Dirty coats, yeah I see it, wouldn′t wanna be me
Smoke more weed than the nigga Wiz Khalifa
Catch me backstage setting off smoke detectors
Exotic ganja collector, marijuana professor GV some shit my man call God's vagina
Soon as he fired up, you never smelled nothing finer
"Is that your hottest man? Send him over, I wanna meet him"
What he said, I couldn't believe him, had to grind quick to see him
Little broke ass niggas still working for per diem
My nigga stay grinding from the AM to the PM
Get caught at the end of the barrel, wouldn′t wanna be him
Fucking with some gladiators in the coliseum


I′m colder than a billionaire's shoulders
You put stock in hemp, these slugs are shareholders
I′m working on my temper, don't tempt me fool
I make you swan dive from balconies and empty pools
My flavor ride for the faculty, empty tools
Super soak ′em 'til shit get cool from the heat
Oxymoron, vegetables from the beef
Try saying that slick shit without teeth
I do the shit the average motherfucker won′t do
And say the shit the average MC can't fuck with
You stupid if you thinking that that bitch want you
With me, she get lucky, with you, she get stuck with
We playing with big budgets
Spit muskets, hit harder than Dick Butkus
You sneak out restaurants, running out on your bill
While I'm really ′bout to ante on that house on the hill, ill