[Verse 1: Bambu]
From the North Shore I
Had to hit up Ward I
Geared up more I
In4mation from the store I
Hop in the car ride straight to the bar like chest out
Looking like I'm looking for a bar fight
Really I just want my credit card swiped
Leave the tab open 'til the card get declined I
Never was a drinker but I'm the people that I came with is throwing back bottles 'til they face red
Sista rain check
Tryna talk politics and local economics
In between the shot glasses and the parking lot pot hits
Bruddah IZ playing out the jukebox
Bartender two shots
Yup, 'nother hickup, hit a new spot
Locals show love 'cause we know better than that
Tourist come and don't realize that locals will scrap
Like, "Wha' faka you like fight?"
One hit, sleep
Leave a haole sunbathing in the middle of the street
Next rounds on me

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[Verse 2: Prometheus Brown]
I got my mamasan singing in my ear
I'm chillin' at a bar with a beer
I'm on one for sure
We swerve
Kapiolani absurd
Ala Moana return
We gettin' quality lifted for the quantity burned
I partly deterred but hardly concerned
I'm in the back of a truck
Hoppin' out at the curb
We say what's up to the bouncer
Like we know him or something
But see we good for the cover
'Cause our dude is his cousin
So are we cruisin' or what?
We roll up
Meat market, meet me out at the front
Old spot, new target
If not, after party out on the sidewalk
Politicking on the same block as the poverty stricken
I see the contradictions
And why tonight is [?]
I'm not trippin' over fickle dick rider attention
And when I ride with kasamas and a couple of henchmen
We just havin' a good time
Say what's up to your breddren
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