Lyrics
DZK & F.a.T - Welcome to the 'Burbs (LoCo Remix)
[intro]:
ten minutes south of the District of
Columbia, you can find me up
in the motherfuckin Suburbs!
[verse]:[1]
my friends sell records, my friends sell drugs
we all from the suburbs, my friends aren't thugs
my friends got guns but my friends don't shoot 'em
cuz my neighbors are judges in government institutions
who usually tell on you, if you break laws
so we wait untill nightfall to take they car
"trouble's" my middle name, maybe a bit insane
state therapists say: "a wild animal chained
best defined the impression I provided" when arriving
to get my head described by science, finally
which is, probably why, my latest hobby is "spyin"
and my favorite past-time is recreational "lying"
been a psycho, ever since nine, yo, might GO
bye bye, lights glow: bright, low, bright, low,
dimmin inside my mind's when I'm inching
a tight rope over insanity knowing I might choke
[hook]:[1]
ten minutes south of the District of
Columbia, you can find me up
in the motherfuckin Suburbs!
welcome to the 'Burbs, motherfucker!
last rapper that came to the 'Burbs -- [hey]
said he wanna battle me... party just turned like -- [whoa]
the crowd was flippin....
then he said he was just kidding
[verse]:[2]
some people seem to, think since I, was
born in a rich, county that I,
must be some kind of
defenseless type of... bitch...
(ahem).
suck my dick
suck my dick
suck my dick.
the parties at my moms house, filled with girls
barcardi in my palm now - I'm built to hurl
I treat mics like pussy on the illest of girls
I freak it like some Carnies by the "Tilt-A-Whirl"
find me nude in the forest, my pupils enormous
from pills, puking flourescent fluids till morning
if you see me still, everything I view is a vortex
if this floor stops spinnin, I'll be back on your whore's chest
[hook]:[2]
ten minutes south of the District of
Columbia, you can find me up
in the motherfuckin Suburbs!
welcome to the 'Burbs, motherfucker!
in the 'Burbs we sing this song,
it goes: "La, La, La, La, La, La, La... La!"
cuz our problems are small
money can solve anyone of them all
[verse]:[3]
I remember back in the days packin wit dave,
when an 8th meant shit but a wrap to the face
a pretty town fulla rich kids wit money ta waste,
so legit man everybody know ya name
the place i was raised at, aint really have jack.
so we found weed, everybody had sacks...
we were just kids man, high off life,
ridin some fat whips, puffin northern lights...
gettin high before school, meetin up at the T spot,
at 17, youda dreamed ta see the weed that we copped
the fastest growing county in the US..
all that meant was more rich hoes with an Ls Lex.
Grade A in every way, from the shoes to the neck ,
from the jewels to the sex, drinkin brews like a Vet.
bet! ima stay grindin , from the state hidin,
but if they come and ask, tell em where Jakes ridin...
Hook...
