"LOCATION!" lyrics
(performed by Mogli the Iceburg, nobigdyl., Torey D'Shaun & Jon Keith)
Drop that location, good buddy (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Woo
We pull up and get active
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, where you at? We tryna pull up, goodness and mercy comin'
When we pull in, we hop out and pop out
Not talking David, when I say we rock out (We rock)
Men of peace, we don't want no trouble, dawg
But it's hard, sometimes not to rumble dog
Let him humble me, so I can love on y'all
If they pushin' buttons, you know who to ca—
Bride, groom, do you hear them horses? He coming soon
Soon as we step on stage, they screaming out "TRIBE ON THE MOVE"
Who do you think I am? (I don't know)
I'll tell you who I am, I'm you (Uh-uh)
I'm you (For real?), I'm broken (For real?)
I'm His (I'm His), I'm new
Sin can't come creep in when my life movin' too fast, yeah
Text Jon, said, come and get me, man, lust is kickin' my (Uh-uh, yeah)
(Stop what you're doing) Drop that location
You ain't gotta go through it alone
Fighting that villain like Willem Dafoe
Plenty your brothers done been there before (Okay)
All that talk is tough, but that action tougher
Say you for real this time, but you keep on foldin', are you made of rubber?
Ain't no crown for gumby acting funny when you stand before the King of Kings
Man, let's get you right (I'm right outside)
Uh-huh, I bet you won't drop your lo—
We pull up and get active (Bet you won't drop your lo—)
We pull up and get active (Bet you won't drop your lo—)
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
We pull up and get active (Bet you won't drop your lo—)
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
(Drop yo lo—)
Where you at? We tryna drop off this love, you know?
(Drop yo lo—, Drop yo lo—)
Where you at? You really don't need them drugs, you know?
(Drop yo lo—, Drop yo lo—, Drop yo lo—, Drop yo)
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
We pull up and get active (Drop yo lo—)
Yuh, ayy
Greetings my idiot, dang (Dang, bro, relax)
I meant to say "neighbor"
If you ain't my brother in Christ
I really got problems with some of these guys
I'm cutting it close, I'm skatin' on ice
I'm all in my flesh, if it's beef what I smell
I hate me a liar, if you couldn't tell (Yeah)
You lie on my name, then lie on my King
If I did what I wanted, it's welcome to hell
Okay, let's get active, my G (My G)
Cut the laxatives, my G (My G)
Is you gon' blast it, my G? (My G)
Seem to me, you don't know the way
Come here, let's practice, my G (My G)
No theatrics, my G (My G)
I get the fax, then I see
The pettiest man in the mirror
I promise that Jesus the reason that I even care (Yeah)
I even thought about driving you down
On your way down to Gehenna to make sure you there
I got the tribe when I'm trippin', they gotta remind me to love on my enemies, swear
Take it the streets is easy (That's what I like)
It's harder to take it to prayer
Say, who is your daddy?
Me and mine bouta be off at the abbey
I pick up my cross, then trade out my body
And line it with chalk, this is amateur
Jesus all in my soul
I'm tryna haunt you, I got the Ghost
You gotta die if you wanna grow
Is you with this? 'Cause I bet you won't drop yo lo—
Pull up, hop out, slide
You know the drill, it's all in the eyes
When I say hop in the bucket and spin, this isn't a carnival ride
Five of 'em inside a four-wheel drive, I call it a quarter to five
ESV sittin' right there on the hip, I'm loadin' a script then I...
Matthew 28:20, He there with the spinners
He there with the witnesses too
Tribe pull up, and buddy got scared out his britches
He lookin' like Winnie the Pooh (Winnie)
We just tryna give you these scriptures
And hope you repent when you see what the sinner can do
I'm with my twin, and he just had twins
I'm feeling like Noah, it's two after two
Yeah, God's disciple, a GD
I'm ridin with BM, she made me a BD (Uh-huh)
Sword of the Spirit just lent me a ear
Sometimes I be feeling like Petey (Okay?)
Whenever we draw, it's gonna get looney
I put that on Elmer and Tweety (Tweety)
I put that on Daffy and Bugs
Bodies on bodies, we addin' 'em up
Dyin' to self, but that ain't enough (That ain't enough)
Kill every idol, that calf ain't enough (That ain't enough)
I was a dawg, the cat ain't enough
Confess and repentance, that's Catholic enough (That's Catholic enough)
My shooters, be chillin' with Shadrack
Your shooters be Shaqtin a foo
Everyone tough on the internet, buddy
Let's see what a addy could do
Woo
We pull up and get active
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, where you at? We tryna pull up, goodness and mercy comin'
When we pull in, we hop out and pop out
Not talking David, when I say we rock out (We rock)
Men of peace, we don't want no trouble, dawg
But it's hard, sometimes not to rumble dog
Let him humble me, so I can love on y'all
If they pushin' buttons, you know who to ca—
Bride, groom, do you hear them horses? He coming soon
Soon as we step on stage, they screaming out "TRIBE ON THE MOVE"
Who do you think I am? (I don't know)
I'll tell you who I am, I'm you (Uh-uh)
I'm you (For real?), I'm broken (For real?)
I'm His (I'm His), I'm new
Sin can't come creep in when my life movin' too fast, yeah
Text Jon, said, come and get me, man, lust is kickin' my (Uh-uh, yeah)
(Stop what you're doing) Drop that location
You ain't gotta go through it alone
Fighting that villain like Willem Dafoe
Plenty your brothers done been there before (Okay)
All that talk is tough, but that action tougher
Say you for real this time, but you keep on foldin', are you made of rubber?
Ain't no crown for gumby acting funny when you stand before the King of Kings
Man, let's get you right (I'm right outside)
Uh-huh, I bet you won't drop your lo—
We pull up and get active (Bet you won't drop your lo—)
We pull up and get active (Bet you won't drop your lo—)
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
We pull up and get active (Bet you won't drop your lo—)
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
(Drop yo lo—)
Where you at? We tryna drop off this love, you know?
(Drop yo lo—, Drop yo lo—)
Where you at? You really don't need them drugs, you know?
(Drop yo lo—, Drop yo lo—, Drop yo lo—, Drop yo)
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
We pull up and get active (Drop yo lo—)
Yuh, ayy
Greetings my idiot, dang (Dang, bro, relax)
I meant to say "neighbor"
If you ain't my brother in Christ
I really got problems with some of these guys
I'm cutting it close, I'm skatin' on ice
I'm all in my flesh, if it's beef what I smell
I hate me a liar, if you couldn't tell (Yeah)
You lie on my name, then lie on my King
If I did what I wanted, it's welcome to hell
Okay, let's get active, my G (My G)
Cut the laxatives, my G (My G)
Is you gon' blast it, my G? (My G)
Seem to me, you don't know the way
Come here, let's practice, my G (My G)
No theatrics, my G (My G)
I get the fax, then I see
The pettiest man in the mirror
I promise that Jesus the reason that I even care (Yeah)
I even thought about driving you down
On your way down to Gehenna to make sure you there
I got the tribe when I'm trippin', they gotta remind me to love on my enemies, swear
Take it the streets is easy (That's what I like)
It's harder to take it to prayer
Say, who is your daddy?
Me and mine bouta be off at the abbey
I pick up my cross, then trade out my body
And line it with chalk, this is amateur
Jesus all in my soul
I'm tryna haunt you, I got the Ghost
You gotta die if you wanna grow
Is you with this? 'Cause I bet you won't drop yo lo—
Pull up, hop out, slide
You know the drill, it's all in the eyes
When I say hop in the bucket and spin, this isn't a carnival ride
Five of 'em inside a four-wheel drive, I call it a quarter to five
ESV sittin' right there on the hip, I'm loadin' a script then I...
Matthew 28:20, He there with the spinners
He there with the witnesses too
Tribe pull up, and buddy got scared out his britches
He lookin' like Winnie the Pooh (Winnie)
We just tryna give you these scriptures
And hope you repent when you see what the sinner can do
I'm with my twin, and he just had twins
I'm feeling like Noah, it's two after two
Yeah, God's disciple, a GD
I'm ridin with BM, she made me a BD (Uh-huh)
Sword of the Spirit just lent me a ear
Sometimes I be feeling like Petey (Okay?)
Whenever we draw, it's gonna get looney
I put that on Elmer and Tweety (Tweety)
I put that on Daffy and Bugs
Bodies on bodies, we addin' 'em up
Dyin' to self, but that ain't enough (That ain't enough)
Kill every idol, that calf ain't enough (That ain't enough)
I was a dawg, the cat ain't enough
Confess and repentance, that's Catholic enough (That's Catholic enough)
My shooters, be chillin' with Shadrack
Your shooters be Shaqtin a foo
Everyone tough on the internet, buddy
Let's see what a addy could do
