NBS
Chopstix
Yeah
Vets
Dj Tray
Yes
Lets get it

[Verse 1:]
Only new English, now I’m speaking Swiss German
And Japanese, when overseas, my clic’s earnin’
The Chinese, smokin’ Thai weed, my spliffs burnin’
In mid air, flying the globe, the shit’s turnin’
The joint’s hot, they playin’ our tracks, and chick’s learnin’
The DJ’s, push the replay, like Chris Vernon
And they know the Vets, fuck a old cassette
Cause we got all the blunts lit like a bowl of zest
And we flow the best, you should know the rest
One bar break your lumbar and make your shoulder stretch
Fuck a quarter pounder, never hit it, ground’er
In Germany, my Ron Burgundy I’m heatin’ flounder
Then I got the bouncer, sippin’ cold rum
Back up my french smoke show and hit a home run
Another goals done, then we off to the next
Swiss Vets, and we rockin’ your set
We get it

[Verse 2:]
Catch fools that’s what the [?] told me
And I believin’ every word
Cult and paper then I swerve
Transporting a couple words
Plus the herb
So you could say to travel is my destiny
From fast cats to having a blast
It brought the best in me
To move across the border, so free
My passport is tattooed
Don’t ask where I been
My book will smack you
I act cool, crazy
I went from packing that black tool
To studying that Chinese school
Understand chopsticks
I pick my fish up, strong teeth
No shit, you best believe
My focus is all key
We push
Pushin’ our way through different continents
With confidence
We ate without the condiments
Elevatin’ our consciousness
To use the same pride with your drugs
From mustard paper to love
Master fears only dealtin’ for us
We got a buzz it ain’t that hard to see
N.B.S. homie we are the G’s
Make 40,000 but it was R’nB