Songtext von Just Know

This kind of music (music [?x]) I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms [3x] Type of shit that you don't have... [?x] The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know... That's the new shit! This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin' stupid Type of shit that you don't have... [?x] The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know... That's the new shit!