[80s rap rock, Beastie Boys style, party rap punk, rebellious stoner anthem, gang vocals, raw hip hop rock, high energy, chaotic fun] [Intro – raw beat drop, shouted gang chant] Yeah, We woke up late, heads pounding like a hoe CC’s yellin’ "Get up! Training time, let’s go!" Man, fuck Shane E. Lee and his lame-ass drill We ain't doin' push-ups, we just wanna chill! [Gang hype shouts] [Pre-Chorus – fast rap build, group backing yells] Cat says, "No training? Then do your chores!" We hit the fuckin' veggie patch and roll up some more! [Rowdy call-response] [Chorus – massive shouted gang anthem, full band explosion, crowd-like chants] You gotta fight! (Fuck yeah!) [Gang] For your right! (Light it up!) [Gang] To blaaaaaaze! [All screaming together] [Verse 2 – aggressive playful rap, drunken swagger, ad-lib whoops] So Rissa came round with that preachy shit Said, "Sandro, sweetie, put the jug down, quit!" Sunan's like, "Yo! Damn, this bitch needs to get laid!" Jimmy says, "Orgy time, and we’ll all get laid!" [Shouted ad-libs & laughs] [Pre-Chorus – rising tension, group defiance yells] They say, "No parties!" — We turn up the bass Say, "No booze!" — We get shitfaced! [Gang shouts building] [Chorus – even bigger gang explosion, full punk-rock energy] You gotta fight! (Hell yeah!) [Gang] For your right! (Pass it round!) [Gang] To blaaaaaaze! [All screaming] [Verse 3 – fast braggy rap, party chaos, crowd cheers] So we’re throwin’ a party, goin’ all out Gotta show these tight-ass fools what fun’s about Took the bitches shoppin’, got ‘em dressed up right Ya boy Jimmy picked the sluttiest shit in sight [Whoops & hollers] [Pre-Chorus – hype buildup, group taunts] He’s in the back, snortin’ lines with the boss While we get these hoes dolled up—fuck what it costs! [Gang chants] [Chorus – ultimate party peak, massive gang shouts] You gotta fight! (Bitch!) [Gang] For your right! (Snort it up!) [Gang] To blaaaaaaze! [All screaming] [Verse 4 – wildest rap, stripping & chaos, live-show energy] Sandro’s on the tracks, blastin’ that sound Jimmy’s got his tits out, makin’ his rounds Sunan hits the stage, strippin’ with flair Swingin’ that Black Mamba through the air! [Crowd roar & ad-libs] [Pre-Chorus – defiant group chant, tension rising] While we’re turnin’ up, gettin’ loose and wild The squares playin’ board games like some fuckin’ child! [Gang taunts] [Chorus – thunderous gang explosion] You gotta fight! (Fuck yeah!) [Gang] For your right! (Shots bitches!) [Gang] To blaaaaaaze! [All screaming] [Bridge – sudden slowdown, authority interruption, then explosive return] CC’s storm in, all pissed and tight Screamin’, "Lock this shit down!!!! No more fun tonight!" Cut off the booze, but that won’t last We got a magic jug and we drink to the last!!!!! [Gang defiance build] [Pre-Chorus – final hype roar, group loyalty chant] Try to keep us down? Man, that’s real tough We’re the Stoners, and WE DON"T GIVE A FUCKKKK !!!!!! [All shouting together] [Final Chorus – ultimate massive gang anthem, full chaos & loyalty] You gotta fight! (Fuckin Fight!) [Gang] For your right! (Fuck CC’s!) [Gang] To blaaaaaaze! [All screaming] (Stoners livin' that high life) [Gang] Blaaaaaaaaaaaaze!!!!!!!! [All] (fuck these squares) [Gang] Blaaaaaaaaaaaaze!!!!!!! [All] (Bitch I'd die for ma niggas) [Gang] BLAZE!!!! [All screaming final roar]
