[Intro]
W-we got somethin' to tell the people!
(Come on!)
(Come on!)
(Come on!)
[?] (Come on!)
311 (Come on!)
311 (Come on!)
311, yeah (Come on!) (Wassup!)
The people (Wassup!), the people (Wassup!)
311 (Come on!)
311 (Come on!)
311, yeah (Come on!) (Wassup!)
The people (Wassup!), the people (Wassup!)

[Verse 1: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez]
In a minute, everything you have can all be straight gone
In a minute, things you thought were tied can come straight undone
How 'bout some knocks on wood, some so far it's so good
Any day what you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out
To the north and south, that's what plates are about
Nature has no conscience, no kindness or ill will but
The dreams they had make me sad because of the vibes of them
When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened to
Me and my family, my bros and I were driving
The RV bleeding flames, us leapin' through fire, surviving
Zoned with no home, there was fire all on it
Um, let me have my life, I want it
[Pre-Chorus 1: Nick Hexum with Doug "SA" Martinez]
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna let you know that I said
We're comin' in kill, we're comin' in chill, we're comin' in how we will
Want to tell the whole world what's the deal
And I say know no critical boarder 'cause we do what we want
Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font
Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn
All we comin' with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain't no thing, I'mma say

[Chorus: Nick Hexum]
Omaha stylee, did not think there was one where you know the
Radio's weak and the shows are more fun, but you know we
Fuck up the dancehall since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state

[Post-Chorus 1: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez]
Still we're down like that, still we're down like that
Still we're down like that, makin' the funk that smells of skunk

[Chorus: Nick Hexum]
Omaha stylee, did not think there was one where you know the
Radio's weak and the shows are more fun, but you know we
Fuck up the dancehall since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
[Post-Chorus 2: Nick Hexum]
And the dancehall that we come from was a pool table basement
The room was low heat and the record was Jamaican, but, uh

[Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Such occasions occur back in the day
It begins, you're a raw kid all the way
Son of a gun, but they you drifted; all are endowed but few are gifted
At the break of dawn behavin' like a spy
Lampin' in the light, the cold world awakens
Deeper is the light to open up the sky

[Pre-Chorus 2: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum, Both]
Look into my eyes and see the dialatin'
Omaha stylee is the shit we come with, man (Hey!)
Embedded in our souls, it breathes out from this band (Uh! Uh!)
We always knew that we could
Thank you if you too felt we would
Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn
All we comin' with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain't no thing, and say!

[Chorus: Nick Hexum]
Omaha stylee, did not think there was one where you know the
Radio's weak and the shows are more fun, but you know we
Fuck up the dancehall since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
[Post-Chorus 1: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez]
Still we're down like that, still we're down like that
Still we're down like that, makin' the funk that smells so skunk

[Bridge: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum, Both]
We will arise, explore these worlds and find the grassroots
How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew
My dude on the one
Come off like Teflon, rock your shit, and you will rise on
If you're a farmer out standing in your field say uh!
Do as you will, do as you wish, follow your bliss, say uh!
We travel 'round the country, givin' it our best
We like to see the people dancin' and bouncin' and the rest

[Outro: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum]
The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass
We forged the sword, the chariots of war, our battle axe
There's power in anger, but love's a bigger banger
Complete props to my crew 'cause this is how we do
Omaha stylee