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(Jessica Beeching)
Out in the streets they call it Fort Caine
Welcome to Fort Wayne
1st verse
(Breezy)
Where nobody goes an the bodies arose with no heroes an everyone knows weâre proâs blowing that Mary Jane killing the trees smoking the herb trying not to go insane weâre doing that blow in the 260 an we call it Fort Caine because everyone needs to know why we do what we do an smoke with the crew at like every event baseheads wondering where their dope went rolling another is my intent weâre feeling it killing it doing it to that extent an there aint no comparison with blunts in rotation & a bad reputation with so many rails like a subway station got water bongs steamrollers & pipes for toys we dem boys Cocaine Cowboys with a couple kilograms of white hitting the pipe & then taking off flight fitting that typical stereotype an we toke all night smoke then pack another bowl really tight with our favorite strain chiefing a fatty smoking away all the pain doing a numbie with caine every beat we slain people be sayinâ we grow weed & corn looking at weed like porn cops be wondering where in the Hell we were born people be snorting Tony Montana reppinâ the gonja where nobody gives a damn in Indiana
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2nd verse
(Breezy)
People stare at us like Bill & Ted they know Iâm a pothead know I get profit an got a lot of weed & caine doing another bump & a line to maintain everybodyâs got dope so ya canât complain we got the best strain & the best coke a lot of âem drink but they donât smoke Iâll smoke a bowl & Iâll bust a rhyme people donât think itâs fine they think itâs a crime free my potheads doing time we party at Piereâs an we smoke dope while everyone staresâ¦
Put one in the air if Iâm here weâre breaking it down thereâs nothing you bitches can say to me now weâre spitting the venom like Cobras a pyro mixed with some Bruce Lee Iâm setting fire to your dosia Iâm keeping a weapon Iâm come from the land of the drug deals I wish I could say itâs all good in the hood but I would much rather be keeping it real my whole crew is some potheads weâre reppinâ for the Fort Wayne Tin Caps you ask why are they calling it âFort Caineâ stupid mother fuckers get bitch slapped Iâm in the same blue chevy in the streets all day cops on my nuts but I want to get paid
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3rd Verse
Yo weâre taking it over & bringing it back putting the 260 on the map chopping these lines of China white rehearsing all night to get it right these people keep talking like we aint the ones be careful around here weâre carrying guns shooting some pool at âThe Break-An-Runâ calling us Hoosiers you were a loser talking that shit & youâre meeting my Ruger everybody & your Momma knows that we spit flames we aint reppinâ the same dissinâ my city chich-chich bang Iâm in a smoke out chevy on Main Street my lifeâs like a scene from Waist Deep weâre next thing coming out the midwest all I know is a struggle whatâs success we go hard in The Fort trying to get us an article up in The Source cutting a line to snort sniffing a drip of water aint nobody really want it you can expect a slaughter an Allen County is where we reside getting so high the limits the sky stacking my money stay ready to strike cause The Fort gets a little bit crazy at night
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