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Lyrics:
I really don't know how long they've been talking this shit
But when they lost their main man, they shut those busted blue lips
We were the under dogs, but this is now the present, So raise your arms, and scream that chant and chop those arms to this beat.
Cause we in nole mode, nole mode
Roll me those heads I'll scalp those
All day we don't stop no, I don't even know why we got seats for
Those fat ass mascots and clap balloons oh nah, keep that we don't need those
so bright so fast, we made of gold, don't make me show you what garnet's for.
People, this is nole mode, why'd you think this arm was made for?
Why do you a fumble your words when lady says she's a seminole?
But know what I made this song for
Take it down south where orange grows
And let the people know we don't eat those
We eat gators, we eat sacks of those
And please know
When you're down low, We get louder and louder it grows
You got blue on the shirt of your girl, but I get women, I dress them with gold
Don't pull out your words and your lies
We got the numbers lit up on the board
So keep your head down, when arms coming down, we'll burn down your town, we own this state bitch.
Okay then, you live in what-ville?
Tell me how you're gainin,
when you're boy is just standing still
You say you'd whoop us
But boy you can't catch us
See, my momma tought me
gators waddle when they furious
So fuck y'all, We're seminoles, we're a tribe unleashed we're huntin yall
The dry season yes has arrived, no pity from us, not a drop in the sky
We ride high around on mustangs
We got cheifs more power than kings
We know you can't spell Tallahassee, but don't you worry it's a Gator thing.
Oh yes that's right we're angry, but we don't growl we come swinging
Oh yes we're warriors, we don't flash our teeth we fly arrows
Half-time-I-climb-that-5-0-yard-line-blind
Look at these girls walk by, plenty of times I've tried
Lookin at these blue guys, claiming they've lost their guy
You ain't really seen shit gator you had your helmet flipped upside down
Right side up, by the ACC, so the nole side's up.
Gotta get to class, so I get passed
Everywhere I go I get asked
I say, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, war chant, is always played last
Jimbo's a blur with his words, passed down from a chief with his verbs
Passing at a hundred kilometers
Pretty soon these stats gonna leave earth
Gatorlings, or whatever, SEC, I'm a beast
You're a feast, gator tail, pawn the teeth,
Yes this is a fucking game, but your referees are broke
This is gold and garnet stained grass, blue is on your ass, on your girls
On my floor, no way that hole is intact, broken pride, broken back
Take a pass, she's a blast, she just went around the team,
She's a slut, hates to eat, she eats green but she loves that Seminole meat
(its the best)
Man its dark, can't kick her off my flat
I need a light, Willow where you at
I guess the only way I can get her out is if I rap
Hold up, here's the snap
Cause we in nole mode nole mode,
Everybody knows that we all motherfucking win win
Kahled got his tickets this season
And sometimes I wonder, why do I even bother
I don't give a fuck about you, so I find it ironic
When haters get mad at me, talking all bro-ways, with their bro-shades
They mad cause I'm swag
What you see, you in a dark cave
And they say I'm no Seminole,
gators say I'm no Seminole,
well if I'm not, let this shit stop.
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Off Campus: FSU Van Tourby GolfweekMag400 views
amazing yes this does need more views GO NOLES
Italia8023 6 months ago 3
WOW this needs waay more views
hisaoawesome 6 months ago 3