Uh huh, uh huh, Christmas time
Resident Evil, to be exact
Christmas time
The ship's booming
Tigers have pistols all in
Pop stars following the master plans
Bloodstains in the snow
Chicapecoans, stumbling and standing
Stunned and dead
Red army running
Getting a hiding
Master commanding
Assaults happening
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
I'm ready for war
Enemies scorched
I'm ready for war
Drowning on the freeway
Dropping free figures
Flicking round guns
Looking like traitors
Watch them glimmer
Watch them shimmer
Make a fair outlaw
Make them simmer
Slim zimmer
We've got the keys
Can't dimmer
Blushing clothes
Saturday clean
Sunday clean
Tigers have pistols all in
Pop stars following the master plans
Bloodstains in the snow
Chicapecoans
Stumbling and standing
Stunned and dead
Red army running
Getting a hiding
Master commanding
Assaults happening
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
Enemies torched
Burning up itch
Just like a horse
Running up itch
I'm ready for war
Burning up itch
I'm ready for war
Running like Grimlock
Got my wish like transcripts
Burning up itch
Ready for war
Sunday clean
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Yeah
Don't mean to brag
But I got this in my bag
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Yeah
Sunday clean
We gonna let it rip from the east to the west
Get dirty in the south and let the north stay fresh
We gonna heat it up and let it bang in the club
Something for your subs
And the homies wanna dub
If you ain't got beef
Then show the homie love
If you gotta itch
You better run for your gun
Worldwide west coast
Eastside loco
Me and 50K
I put a hole in the dojo
Coolio low from the CPT
Got love from SD to the SAC
From NYK to the LBC
SCA to SF
Everybody know me
ATL, OAK to LGA
In the HOU
They know I don't play
Everybody pay attention
So y'all know this
Cause we got a new dance
And it go like this
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Y'all got it
We don't stop it
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
There's a lot we got to get it
Don't keep it
Send Them (feat. Coolioh) Video (MV)
Performed By: Gang Shit
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Keiren Ronaldo, Jacob Gillingham, Seth Culliford, Thomas Crowley, Harry Clemas, Alex Oakerbee
Gang Shit - Send Them (feat. Coolioh) Lyrics
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Uh huh, uh huh, Christmas time
Resident Evil, to be exact
Christmas time
The ship's booming
Tigers have pistols all in
Pop stars following the master plans
Bloodstains in the snow
Chicapecoans, stumbling and standing
Stunned and dead
Red army running
Getting a hiding
Master commanding
Assaults happening
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
I'm ready for war
Enemies scorched
I'm ready for war
Drowning on the freeway
Dropping free figures
Flicking round guns
Looking like traitors
Watch them glimmer
Watch them shimmer
Make a fair outlaw
Make them simmer
Slim zimmer
We've got the keys
Can't dimmer
Blushing clothes
Saturday clean
Sunday clean
Tigers have pistols all in
Pop stars following the master plans
Bloodstains in the snow
Chicapecoans
Stumbling and standing
Stunned and dead
Red army running
Getting a hiding
Master commanding
Assaults happening
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
Enemies torched
Burning up itch
Just like a horse
Running up itch
I'm ready for war
Burning up itch
I'm ready for war
Running like Grimlock
Got my wish like transcripts
Burning up itch
Ready for war
Sunday clean
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Yeah
Don't mean to brag
But I got this in my bag
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Yeah
Sunday clean
We gonna let it rip from the east to the west
Get dirty in the south and let the north stay fresh
We gonna heat it up and let it bang in the club
Something for your subs
And the homies wanna dub
If you ain't got beef
Then show the homie love
If you gotta itch
You better run for your gun
Worldwide west coast
Eastside loco
Me and 50K
I put a hole in the dojo
Coolio low from the CPT
Got love from SD to the SAC
From NYK to the LBC
SCA to SF
Everybody know me
ATL, OAK to LGA
In the HOU
They know I don't play
Everybody pay attention
So y'all know this
Cause we got a new dance
And it go like this
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Y'all got it
We don't stop it
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
There's a lot we got to get it
Don't keep it
Resident Evil, to be exact
Christmas time
The ship's booming
Tigers have pistols all in
Pop stars following the master plans
Bloodstains in the snow
Chicapecoans, stumbling and standing
Stunned and dead
Red army running
Getting a hiding
Master commanding
Assaults happening
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
I'm ready for war
Enemies scorched
I'm ready for war
Drowning on the freeway
Dropping free figures
Flicking round guns
Looking like traitors
Watch them glimmer
Watch them shimmer
Make a fair outlaw
Make them simmer
Slim zimmer
We've got the keys
Can't dimmer
Blushing clothes
Saturday clean
Sunday clean
Tigers have pistols all in
Pop stars following the master plans
Bloodstains in the snow
Chicapecoans
Stumbling and standing
Stunned and dead
Red army running
Getting a hiding
Master commanding
Assaults happening
Enemies scorched
Enemies scorched
Enemies torched
Burning up itch
Just like a horse
Running up itch
I'm ready for war
Burning up itch
I'm ready for war
Running like Grimlock
Got my wish like transcripts
Burning up itch
Ready for war
Sunday clean
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Yeah
Don't mean to brag
But I got this in my bag
Couldn't go to the west coast
I'll make you like your toast
Yeah
Sunday clean
We gonna let it rip from the east to the west
Get dirty in the south and let the north stay fresh
We gonna heat it up and let it bang in the club
Something for your subs
And the homies wanna dub
If you ain't got beef
Then show the homie love
If you gotta itch
You better run for your gun
Worldwide west coast
Eastside loco
Me and 50K
I put a hole in the dojo
Coolio low from the CPT
Got love from SD to the SAC
From NYK to the LBC
SCA to SF
Everybody know me
ATL, OAK to LGA
In the HOU
They know I don't play
Everybody pay attention
So y'all know this
Cause we got a new dance
And it go like this
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Y'all got it
We don't stop it
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
Who the F-O
Countdown
There's a lot we got to get it
Don't keep it
Writer: Keiren Ronaldo, Jacob Gillingham, Seth Culliford, Thomas Crowley, Harry Clemas, Alex Oakerbee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid