[Intro – Swingin’ w/ Horns & Bass]
(Snaps)
Yeah…
We ain’t sippin’ sodas out here, cat —
We on that cold concrete.
Shined shoes, dirty moves.
Let me talk to you real slick...
[Verse 1 – Smooth but Deadly]
I walk the block like I own this town (Skrrt)
Slick-back hair and a trench coat brown.
Don’t let the smile fool ya, Jack —
I keep a switchblade sharp in the pocket of my slacks.
Snapbacks off, we don’t play sweet,
Crew in the alley, boots on the beat.
Chrome on my wrist, not a watch, that’s heat,
1950s villain, still drillin' that street.
Dames in the diner say I’m trouble and charm,
I blow 'em a kiss with a ring on my arm.
Slick with the talk, colder with the steel,
Respect in the jungle — that’s part of the deal.
[Hook – Big Band Drill]
We drill like it's '59, cool but cutthroat,
Brims low, leather coats, ridin’ that ghost.
From the juke joints to the corner stoop,
We mobbin’ — smooth cats, real troops.
Click-clack jazz with a rat-a-tat bop,
Slide in shadows, never talk to the cops.
Slick tongue, fast hands, mind like a blade —
We ain’t new to the block — we the ones who made it.
[Verse 2 – The Crew Code]
Fast talkers, even faster with the stick,
But we two-steppin’ while we handle the licks.
Tommy in the glovebox, heater by the knee,
If you owe us somethin', better talk to me.
We sip black coffee, not champagne flutes,
Pull up to the joint in snakeskin boots.
My gang don’t dance — we lean and mean,
Eyes on the prize, keep the record clean.
One call from Benny, we slide like jazz,
In a drop-top coupe with a girl who’s bad.
She ask what I do — I say, “Business, sweetheart,”
But she knows what’s tucked right under my heart.
[Hook – Repeat w/ Sax Breakdown]
We drill like it's '59, cool but cutthroat,
Brims low, leather coats, ridin’ that ghost.
From the juke joints to the corner stoop,
We mobbin’ — smooth cats, real troops.
Click-clack jazz with a rat-a-tat bop,
Slide in shadows, never talk to the cops.
Slick tongue, fast hands, mind like a blade —
We ain’t new to the block — we the ones who made it.
[Bridge – Spoken over muted trumpet]
They think just ‘cause it’s vintage, it’s soft...
But we was drillin' before drill had a name.
We ran this city in patent leather and pocket knives.
Ask your grandpops.
[Outro – Snaps Fade Out]
So keep ya hat tipped, your soul tight,
We move at midnight and strike by night.
1950s drill, cold in a suit —
Don’t get slick or you’ll hear the flute.
(sax riff & fade)
