Bringin it back ol skool this mornin
To the tune of “Posse on Broadway” by Sir Mix a Lot
My AR on the firing range
My AR on the firing range
Me and Matt in Ok at the home away from home
Running the black ARs with bolts in plated chrome
I’m calling up the posse, it’s time to get a rippin
We’re running EOTechs to keep the suckas trippin
Everybody's looking if ya jealous turn around
The lack of buffer kick keeps us closa to the ground
We’ve all set up, homeboy Matt yells “open fire”
Threw a round at two hundred, need to call a flier
Cause I’m running Wolf ammo, no need to feel glum
We're rollin Stoner’s finest and the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this sucka AKs wanna battle
We gots the rifles they love to hate, but they do nothing more than rattle
We blasting a few off, waiting for the OK faction
Waitin on the range yes we’re lookin for some action
The range’s kinda crowded the whole line was waitin back
Karen’s loading mags with her Palmetto on her lap
Ol’ Sharpshooter blasting Monarch, his target’s lookin dead
We need a new range, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda dope, the crew you can't forget
The Oklahoma posse cold rippin up the set
Our ARs on the firing range
Our ARs on the firing range (load it up!)
Our ARs on the firing range
Our ARs on the firing range
Ahhhh punching paper at IPSC was getin kinda bored
There's not anotha posse with more points scored
We don't walk around like champions, you come to watch the thrilla
My homeboy G Dawg Grand is a hostage target killa
Dave is on the other side shootin all the steel
The others see his targets and they know he is fo real
Thomas is the young guy people think he's funny
Don’t shoot against him, he’s sure to take your money
Rockin lots a targets we all got gold
Rolling with this Sig, can’t nobody be this bold
Headin to the pistol range, saw AK wieldin pugs
Give up my AR? You must be smokin drugs
Cuz the OK posse gots em and the brass just drops
The pugs look depressed because the AR won’t stop
Waitin for it to break? Don’t hold your breath
Karen shouted Norman it's time to get def
I’m scoping in the target, the AR is the best
Its shooting minute of angle, I’m puffin out my chest
The closer the groups come, the better I feel
The OK posse's on the range and it's time to get ill
Our ARs on the firing range
Our ARs on the firing range
Our ARs on the firing range (load it up!)
Our ARs on the firing range
To the tune of “Posse on Broadway” by Sir Mix a Lot
My AR on the firing range
My AR on the firing range
Me and Matt in Ok at the home away from home
Running the black ARs with bolts in plated chrome
I’m calling up the posse, it’s time to get a rippin
We’re running EOTechs to keep the suckas trippin
Everybody's looking if ya jealous turn around
The lack of buffer kick keeps us closa to the ground
We’ve all set up, homeboy Matt yells “open fire”
Threw a round at two hundred, need to call a flier
Cause I’m running Wolf ammo, no need to feel glum
We're rollin Stoner’s finest and the jealous wanna get some
Every time we do this sucka AKs wanna battle
We gots the rifles they love to hate, but they do nothing more than rattle
We blasting a few off, waiting for the OK faction
Waitin on the range yes we’re lookin for some action
The range’s kinda crowded the whole line was waitin back
Karen’s loading mags with her Palmetto on her lap
Ol’ Sharpshooter blasting Monarch, his target’s lookin dead
We need a new range, so posse move ahead
We all look kinda dope, the crew you can't forget
The Oklahoma posse cold rippin up the set
Our ARs on the firing range
Our ARs on the firing range (load it up!)
Our ARs on the firing range
Our ARs on the firing range
Ahhhh punching paper at IPSC was getin kinda bored
There's not anotha posse with more points scored
We don't walk around like champions, you come to watch the thrilla
My homeboy G Dawg Grand is a hostage target killa
Dave is on the other side shootin all the steel
The others see his targets and they know he is fo real
Thomas is the young guy people think he's funny
Don’t shoot against him, he’s sure to take your money
Rockin lots a targets we all got gold
Rolling with this Sig, can’t nobody be this bold
Headin to the pistol range, saw AK wieldin pugs
Give up my AR? You must be smokin drugs
Cuz the OK posse gots em and the brass just drops
The pugs look depressed because the AR won’t stop
Waitin for it to break? Don’t hold your breath
Karen shouted Norman it's time to get def
I’m scoping in the target, the AR is the best
Its shooting minute of angle, I’m puffin out my chest
The closer the groups come, the better I feel
The OK posse's on the range and it's time to get ill
Our ARs on the firing range
Our ARs on the firing range
Our ARs on the firing range (load it up!)
Our ARs on the firing range
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