Strong Arm Songtext
von Weiland

Ginseng
Yeah, she keep callin′ my phone
Yeah, I'm a strong arm!
Yeah, ay, turn me up, bro
She keep callin′ my phone

Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm
Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm
Get my nine on, I′m a strong arm
Weiland off the drugs, go so hard
All my pieces bust, got some new cards
Loaded clip, automatic firearm
VVS chains with the gold charms
Servin′ all the fiends, we got bars


Put him on his Xans, he a retard
Pull up to the scene, so avant-garde
Run off with the pack, I'ma get paid
Had to run it up, do it my way
You lookin′ for a friend, you too late
They just want what's on my plate
No, I can′t hang, you too fake
Pockets full of knots, pockets full of weight

I just wanna fuck, we can't date
In love with my Glock, got a dinner date
And my jeans, yeah, they Number Nine
When I′m off the lean, yeah, I'm in my prime
I don't want that bitch, she ain′t worth a dime
All your diamonds fake, they not genuine

Need a band if you want my damn time
Fuckin′ with a real one, wait in line
Diamonds, they reflect, diamonds, yeah, they shine
Wanna be my savage, I'ma make her mine
Runnin′ to the bands, yeah, I'm seein′ signs
I'm a star child, all the stars align


Get my nine on, I′m a strong arm
Get my nine on, I'm a strong arm
Weiland off the drugs, goin' so hard
Weiland off the drugs, goin′ so hard
Get my nine on, I′m a strong arm
Weiland off the drugs, goin' so hard
All my pieces bust, got some new cars
Loaded clip, automatic firearm

Yeah, yeah
Get my nine on, strong arm
Get my nine on, strong arm
Off the drugs, goin′ so damn hard