Luxford lyrics

[intro: JM14]
Yeah, Gang

[Chorus: JM14, Celly14, Spenny14, Lekks14]
I wasn’t born on Luxford, but I did dirt on Luxford
Chased our opps in public, but I ain’t gon' talk on the subject
At parks we charging, march like spartan’s
You can call us three hundred
Coppers are out and about, so stay in your house
If you can’t out run ‘em

[Verse 1: JM14]
I grew up seeing them red bandanas (true)
I grew up seeing them green bandanas
It’s always been war in the Sydney’s West
But the whole city knows which real ones ran ‘em
If I’m talking real, then it starts with from Woodstock Ave
Down to Chestnut Crescent
And when Blood got spilled
We got out there, on Luxford Road
Showing opps who’s present
Back in 2015, we were tearing that road up
KTM 450s whеn you hear that motor
Outside, let it knock
Burnin’ rubbеr on the block
No doughnut
Midnight P and R’s
Them broad day cheffin’s
All getting done, profoundly
Street lights getting kicked out, blades getting flicked out
That’s how you know you’re a mounty
[Verse 2: Spenny14]
Age 15 first time putting hands on a ski
See a opp and I told him I grip
They was in class try'na get their grades up
While I was on the street try'na hit me a lick
From [?] To Deccan Way feeding them fiends
Like an all you can eat buffet
I was on the block all night, all day
Going hard in the paint like I’m LBJ
Cause I really did work on Luxford Road
Took trips with kegs on Luxford Road
Not once have I ever not backed my bro’s
Got a FBO on Luxford Road
But I’ll still load the clip and make it go
If you ain’t on the strip, then pus*y don’t hang
Make the wrong move and you can get bad
Hang with the wrong crowd and get your toe tagged

[Chorus: JM14, Celly14, Spenny14, Lekks14]
I wasn’t born on Luxford, but I did dirt on Luxford
Chased our opps in public, but I ain’t gon' talk on the subject
At parks we charging, march like spartan’s
You can call us three hundred
Coppers are out and about, so stay in your house
If you can’t out run ‘em
[Verse 3: Lekks14]
I’m from 2, 7, we use weapons that pick and choose
.38s And them .22s them buckshots knock your [a shoes?]
Heard the opps been try'na box
Well, hold these 7.62s
Are you down, cause we’re on the block
These the only rounds that we’re try'na do
Win or lose we stick and move when we do the race
Make sure don’t forget your K
To the opps already in the grave
[yeah?] their friends sad and mad he at the grave
[Bet?] enough but ain’t got no [rain?]
Don’t impress me much like Shania Twain
[Ain’t?] Got raised up on Luxford Road so we poppin' off like we
Tory Lanez

[Verse 4: Celly14]
They know where I’m at, Luxford
This ain’t the cold war but we keep marchin'
Try come to the street
We got sickles and hammers like Soviet Russians
We some soldiers, sorted them out like equations
We solvin' that problem
Somebody call doctors, medical attention if they try marchin' on Luxford
Nah, that’s our trenches war zone
Bullet holes and stitches in your torso
If one of us get hit, then we all go, sawed-off, 12 gauges, semi-autos
Lad, don’t step out of line when the sergeants chargin' through
I’m from mounty (SIR, YES SIR) give me a f*ckin' salute
[Chorus: JM14, Celly14, Spenny14, Lekks14]
I wasn’t born on Luxford, but I did dirt on Luxford
Chased our opps in public, but I ain’t gon' talk on the subject
At parks we charging, march like spartan’s
You can call us three hundred
Coppers are out and about, so stay in your house
If you can’t out run ‘em