[Intro – cinematic build-up, choppers & gunfire] From the jungle to the dunes, from the sand to the sea, Marines hit hard — that’s the way it gon’ be. Kush in the clip, blunt tucked in the vest, Once we storm the gate, we gon’ lay ’em to rest. ⸻ [Hook – cadence style chant] Oorah, light it — Devil Dogs on patrol, AK smoke and that OG roll. Locked and loaded, lungs full of fire, Weed in the pack and the kill-zone wired. Oorah, light it — from the mud to the sky, White Widow clouds as the bullets fly. One hand on the M4, one hand on the zip, We the Marines — let the whole world trip. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Fast double-time, aggressive tone] Gorilla Glue burn while the choppers spin, Marines stack bodies, let the purge begin. Trainwreck in the clip, OG in the pipe, Every hit I take sharpen up my sight. Northern Lights blaze as the convoy rolls, Through the dust and the heat with our heart and soul. AK-47 strain in the rucksack tight, We don’t fight for fame — we fight for life. Granddaddy Purp when the mortars rain, T.H.C. high but I feel no pain. Bubba Kush twist with the barrel still hot, And the 5.56 make a man’s heart stop. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Heavier, tactical imagery] Banana Kush lit while the breach goes loud, We’re the few, the proud — breakin’ through that crowd. Cookies on deck with the M16, Red dot aim like a laser beam. Jack Herer haze while the city gets cleared, Do-Si-Dos smoke while the enemy fears. Sherbet and Skywalker deep in the sack, We storm through hell and we don’t look back. White Rhino hit when the sun goes down, Got the suppressor on — don’t make a sound. G13 gas with a grenade in hand, And we paint these streets like it’s foreign land. ⸻ [Hook – cadence repeat, extended] Oorah, light it — Devil Dogs on patrol, AK smoke and that OG roll. Locked and loaded, lungs full of fire, Weed in the pack and the kill-zone wired. Oorah, light it — from the mud to the sky, White Widow clouds as the bullets fly. One hand on the M4, one hand on the zip, We the Marines — let the whole world trip. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Brutal war storytelling] Jet Fuel haze in a bulletproof vest, We’re God’s own sons put the weak to the test. Critical Mass with a flashbang spark, We light ’em up quick when the skies go dark. Lemon Haze smoke as the bombs deploy, We destroy and rebuild — that’s the Marine Corps joy. AK burst with a dab in my lung, And the fire in my soul never fades, never done. Chernobyl lit in the trench we lay, And the 7.62 gonna lead the way. Platinum Kush roll as the dust kicks high, Devil Dog blood in a crimson sky. ⸻ [Verse 4 – Final push, poetic but savage] Cherry Pie spark when the battle’s near, We’re the line they fear, we’re the storm they hear. GDP haze with a Claymore’s bite, And a field full of smoke when we claim the night. Death Star wax on a steel-toed march, Weed leaf glow under combat starch. Camo and Kush — that’s a deadly mix, We take whole nations in a single blitz. Grape Ape burn on the helipad steel, And the oath that we took, yeah we keep it real. Marines don’t fold, we don’t kneel or beg, We hit hard as hell — blunt lit by the keg. ⸻ [Hook – Final, chant echo] Oorah, light it — Devil Dogs on patrol, AK smoke and that OG roll. Locked and loaded, lungs full of fire, Weed in the pack and the kill-zone wired. Oorah, light it — from the mud to the sky, White Widow clouds as the bullets fly. One hand on the M4, one hand on the zip, We the Marines — let the whole world trip. ⸻ [Outro – cinematic fade] From the sands of Fallujah to the docks of the shore, We’ve bled for this flag and we’re ready for more. With a joint in our hand and a rifle in grip, We smoke for the fallen and we load, then we rip.
