Chorus
(Jessica Beeching)
Out in the streets they call it Fort Caine
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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