Eh. Fuck yo fire code. Fuck da ban. I get da kine bombs straight from da container, boy. We lightin’ em UP. [Verse 1] Bruh, I blow shit fo’ fun, I no scared, Cops come? I gone — disappear. Roman candle stickin' out my ride, Whole block lit, like da 4th of July. Neighbor stay grumble, but das okay, We bring da rumble once a year, holiday. Da dog stay barkin’, da keiki cheer, Dis da sound of da season, bring da gear. Burn my arm? Chee, no make no diff. Only thing I like burn is da next spliff. Buss one blister? Eh, das life, But notting better than one firework fight. [Hook: Crowd-style chant, rough] Fuck yo fire code, I gon’ light 'em still! Smoke da whole hood, get da air all filled! BOOM in da heart, feel da mana fly! If you no like da noise, go mauka side! Fuck yo curfew, I stay wild! Bust da fireworks, style 'em piled! Police roll deep, I stay chill— Reload an’ blast, I live fo’ da thrill. [Verse 2] My trunk stay lookin like one armory, All illegal kine, straight mystery. Da legal stuff? Weak sauce, trash, I like da kine make da next island feel the blast. Fire? Eh, no cry. Stuff catch flame sometimes, Still gon’ light da rest — fuck da fines. No like smoke? Try stay inside, But out hea, fireworks part of our pride. Aunty get hookup, Uncle bring mo’, We pow wow in da back, set ‘em up fo’ show. Container crack, we all smile, Bring da boom across da whole damn isle. [Hook: Louder, more aggressive] Fuck yo fire code, I gon’ light 'em still! Smoke da whole hood, get da air all filled! BOOM in da heart, feel da mana fly! If you no like da noise, go mauka side! Fuck yo curfew, I stay wild! Bust da fireworks, style 'em piled! Police roll deep, I stay chill— Reload an’ blast, I live fo’ da thrill. [Bridge: Screamed w/ echo FX] Dumbass get no more fingers, No my kuleana. I light one shell big as Tūtū’s mahimahi panah. Laws? Das just some haole rules, I live fo' bangin’, not for schools. [Verse 3: Real local pride tone] Fo’ real, dis culture, braddah — no lie, 200 years, we still blow da sky. You complain? Move mainland den, We lightin’ up all da way to Pāhoa again. No permit, no form — no mo time, We illegal already, might as well shine. Postal plug, harbor hookup, da ting run deep, Stuff da M80s wit da laundry — sneak sneak. I da noise when yo dog run hide, I da BOOM dat shake da ocean tide. You talk laws, I talk flame, So fk yo code, and fk yo shame. [Outro: Fireworks, local-style yelling in da background] Happy New Year, boy! And if I feel like — maybe do 'em next week too. BOOM. We out.
