Out the Gate-Bambu

歌手 : Bambu
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:22

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TXT Out the Gate-Bambu 文本歌词

Out the Gate - Bambu
Feeling is gone and I must get it back right away
They call us gooks chinks beamers niggers
Threw in the word b**ch to degrade my sisters
And I grew up idolizing hoes
Rappers who call women hoes
You know ain't no fun if the homies don't
Life ain't nothing but b**ches and money
And face down a** up
That's the way running man
Right over the murder rap
Kill a ni**a shoot a ni**a
Young Bam was loving that
Rat-a-tat rat-a-ta
Not really tripping on the cost of life lost
Even after watching Frankie get half his face shot off
Never knew the root cause
Why are we killing us
Ni**a b**ch ho just a word like injustice
F**k it man the beat was hot
Walk to the bass drop
Ingest that genocide
Pass me that 40 watt
G's up hoes down
Hole in your head Holmes
Next thing you know I'm fist fighting with a pistol
Nah nah nah f**k that
It is what you say
Cause what you say affects what you do
Ya know
Stick and stones may bones but words won't do sh*t to me
So f**k those words my revolver turns
And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me
They call us gook chink ni**a spic
Rag head beaner faggot b**ch
Nip kike ho A-rab
Jap moolie haji wet back
So I need to hit that rewind button
Listen to that old sh*t
Go back to the cemetery pay my friends a visit
Listen close then I study it why are we in love with it
Why do we attach our ghetto culture to a pistol grip
What about the corner stores
Hanging with your mom's or
Playing with at your friend's crib
Trade Nintendo cartridges
Nah we own records like
F**k another Person's Life
Disrespecting women when we raised by women
Then I'm puzzled but I get it when
Music is stuck in corporate hands
Money dictate what the radio is playing
Hmmmm
So the ignorant wins
Big money sweep away Public Enemy and 'em
Dead prez Native Guns Technique and 'em
Don't kill enough niggas for them corporate ends
Don't slap enough hoes
Don't jiggle enough a**
Tell our people to
Get free and spread that cash
Spread that cash not spread that a** Stupid
Stick and stones may bones but words won't do sh*t to me
So f**k those words my revolver turns
And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me
They call us gook chink ni**a spic
Rag head beaner faggot b**ch
Nip kike ho A-rab
Jap moolie haji wet back
Now there's history behind it too
Let me break it down for you
Strategy how colonizing people instrumental
To the words on them instrumentals
This is all planned
Through the years they have programmed
The black and brown man
To destroy what is ugly and
Kill what is evil and
Guess what is evil that's right
When that Bible you toting spread lies when it's open
I laughed at Charlton Heston when he spread that ocean
Ha ha ha
It make you laugh don't it
Well check it here's a lil' something else I noticed
If I was on one side of the street in my hood
And a white boy was on the other side of the street in my hood
Brothers quick to hit me up first Polly try and jump me
While that white is walking 'round with pockets full of money
That's the self-hate passed on
We hate our own
So the colonizer win with every murder on that song
Murder him murder him shoot him
Let's be authentic man
Shut the f**k up and do something right
Stick and stones may bones but words won't do sh*t to me
So f**k those words my revolver turns
And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me
They call us gook chink ni**a spic
Rag head beaner faggot b**ch
Nip kike ho A-rab
Jap moolie haji wet back