Raiders Cap - Demigodz

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

I got that pistol grip pump sittin' pretty in the trunk

Blow your wig to the side like hair on Donald Trump

On some Gang Starr shit, execution of a chump

Evolution of a villain refillin' revolvers

I’m still in a state of mind like a stainless nine is on my lap

Starter jacket on my back, with a black Raiders cap

Rappers resurrect the crack like they brought Reagan back

You could run a 100 miles but you’re still afraid of Ap

Hit record on your radios to take my verse

The only way to get to space and escape this Earth

Stick to the facts, Ap got the wickedest raps

OG like a Raiders cap with snaps in the back

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

I got my Raider cap old like a Betamax

Tats all grey and black bringin' '88 back

Sacks full of crack, brick phone in my backpack

Parker with the Marcus Allen jersey that’ll match that

That’s that shit I used to rock back

When I used to breakdance when I used to pop

I was always into somethin' bumpin' N.W.A.

in the Cutlass

Me and the homies sippin' OE I was always a drunkard

You know how 'em L.A. dudes do, always got a deuce deuce

Don’t say nothin' stupid or somebody gonna shoot you

Open up the moon roof, yellin' Demigoon crew

Somebody call 911 tell 'em you got a boo boo

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

You know me, sippin' on a 40 of OE

On my stoop as a shorty shoutin' «Fuck Tha Police»

A nigga with a attitude but I ain’t Yella

Hoodie, I touch more money than bank tellers

As a young cat standin' on black with my Raiders cap

While y’all was whilin' with medallions tryin' to fade to black

It’s all good though, I ain’t tryin' to hate on that

But Mo’s hood so I stay where the danger’s at

Niggas slangin' crack, gangstas wavin' gats

Pimp slappin' their bitch, askin' «where my paper at?»

I was amazed by that, influenced the way I act

Never met my dad, the truth is I’m raised off rap

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

I am MC Ren with pale skin rockin' my Raiders brim

Got a toaster that I ain’t puttin' bagels in

I got a posse full of apostles

You a posse full of possums always hidin' while we hoo-ridin'

I judge who I shoot

So when my crew holds a grudge it’s a judge that I shoot

We disassemble Nazi members

Get totaled comin' at me top speed on a Kawasaki Ninja

Catch you out in LA at the Staples Center, Office Depot

You won’t see though staples dead center in your retina

Yeah, I slammed it there and they ain’t have cameras there

But if they did you’d see the second comin' of the man upstairs

Muthafucka

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

Old-school, got my Raiders cap

Got my, got my Raiders cap

Nothin' you could say