Welcome to Fort Wayne

1st verse
(Breezy)
Where nobody goes an the bodies arose with no heroes an everyone knows we’re
pro’s blowing that Mary Jane killing the trees smoking the herb trying not to
go insane we’re doing that blow in the 260 an we call it Fort Caine because
everyone needs to know why we do what we do an smoke with the crew at like
every event baseheads wondering where their dope went rolling another is my
intent we’re feeling it killing it doing it to that extent an there aint no
comparison with blunts in rotation & a bad reputation with so many rails like a
subway station got water bongs steamrollers & pipes for toys we dem boys
Cocaine Cowboys with a couple kilograms of white hitting the pipe & then taking
off flight fitting that typical stereotype an we toke all night smoke then pack
another bowl really tight with our favorite strain chiefing a fatty smoking
away all the pain doing a numbie with caine every beat we slain people be
sayin' we grow weed & corn looking at weed like porn cops be wondering where in
the Hell we were born people be snorting Tony Montana reppin' the gonja where
nobody gives a damn in Indiana
2nd verse
(Breezy)
People stare at us like Bill & Ted they know I’m a pothead know I get profit an
got a lot of weed & caine doing another bump & a line to maintain everybody’s
got dope so ya can’t complain we got the best strain & the best coke a lot of
‘em drink but they don’t smoke I’ll smoke a bowl & I’ll bust a rhyme people
don’t think it’s fine they think it’s a crime free my potheads doing time we
party at Piere’s an we smoke dope while everyone stares…
(JB)
Put one in the air if I’m here we’re breaking it down there’s nothing you
bitches can say to me now we’re spitting the venom like Cobras a pyro mixed
with some Bruce Lee I’m setting fire to your dosia I’m keeping a weapon I’m
come from the land of the drug deals I wish I could say it’s all good in the
hood but I would much rather be keeping it real my whole crew is some potheads
we’re reppin' for the Fort Wayne Tin Caps you ask why are they calling it «Fort
Caine» stupid mother fuckers get bitch slapped I’m in the same blue chevy in
the streets all day cops on my nuts but I want to get paid
3rd Verse
(JB)
Yo we’re taking it over & bringing it back putting the 260 on the map chopping
these lines of China white rehearsing all night to get it right these people
keep talking like we aint the ones be careful around here we’re carrying guns
shooting some pool at «The Break-An-Run» calling us Hoosiers you were a loser
talking that shit & you’re meeting my Ruger everybody & your Momma knows that
we spit flames we aint reppin' the same dissin' my city chich-chich bang I’m in
a smoke out chevy on Main Street my life’s like a scene from Waist Deep we’re
next thing coming out the midwest all I know is a struggle what’s success we go
hard in The Fort trying to get us an article up in The Source cutting a line to
snort sniffing a drip of water aint nobody really want it you can expect a
slaughter an Allen County is where we reside getting so high the limits the sky
stacking my money stay ready to strike cause The Fort gets a little bit crazy
at night