Bambu - I Beg Of You lyrics
[Bambu - I Beg Of You lyrics]
What it do family? I need everybody to um
Make some noise one time
Give it up for me please, (As we welcome)
Put your hands in the air
(One of the world's greatest)
If you know what's good for you
(For the people, by the people
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout)
You want to shake it like you just don't care
(If you don't, you need to catch up)
Would you please, clap your hands
(So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls)
Now get up on your feet
(Being the fine low frequencies)
I beg of you to get up and dance (Welcome)
It's such a crazy kick ass beat (Bam-bu)
Ahhh this the start of my departure
The time bomb on the martyr
From parkas, dickies and a Starter
To 50 pound body armor
Then trying to wipe off the karma
Before I have me a daughter
And living in hopes of making my
Son proud of his papa
I'm looking back at my raps
Regretting only 'bout half
But never regret the intent to
Get my people on track
Self Entitled was idealistic but I was young
And I ain't really start to get it
Until I became a Native Gun
And fuck if that ain't fall apart like
All the shit in my life
From mom and dad's nightly fights
To choosing a wrong wife
And for the first time in my life
A bunch of shit going right
Then credit reports and overdraft charges
Turn down the lights
Put up a light if you feel me homie
Pull out an ArmaLite when they finally get me
Still screaming bars and make sure
My change stay sharp
Pass rifles out to families
Let's see who starves yeah
Give it up for me please, (is my main man)
Put your hands in the air
(I want you to reach up like
You trying to touch God
You know what I'm talkin' bout?)
If you know what's good for you
You want to shake it like you just don't care
(We got that good good)
Would you please, clap your hands
(Clap it up one time)
Now get up on your feet (Stand uptippy toe)
I beg of you to get up and dance
It's such a crazy kick ass beat (yeah)
Very rarely do the poor
Get opportunities like this
To speak in front of thousands of
Kids and they listen and shit aye!
I run into 'em at the seafood city
Catch me at the Jolly B
And tell me that they find a
Little pride in what I speak
I just tell 'em I'm the same
My mama still ride the bus
My uncle's still smoking stuff
My credit's still fucked up
That's the beginning of ground work
Building on that face to face
And not just on that Facebook
Organizing on a Twitter page
Aye, I'm the same
I speak that shit when I'm on stage
But, if you knew me you would
Know that I organize in LA
Cause, I do recognize that music
Ain't no genuine change
Merely a way to raise the way
You thought the game got played
To get you thinking 'bout shit critically
Stop listening and build
Don't just grab a picket sign
When that next boy killed
It goes beyond the conscious rap song
And I'm out in the field rapping cool
But words never break bones, you feel? Uh ha
Give it up for me please
(Make some noise y'all)
Put your hands in the air
(Nobody move, nobody get hurt ya heard?)
If you know what's good for you
You want to shake it like you just don't care
(Bounce, bounce)
Would you please, clap your hands
(Clap it, huh) now get up on your feet
(E'rybody) i beg of you to get up and dance
It's such a crazy kick ass beat (Uh, uh)
Very rarely do the poor get opportu-
Oh, I said that but shit
That shit is real and only
My people will get that
So why the fuck in all of
Marx's beard would I waste this
Opportunity to speak against what
Keep us this way? Money, money over people
I could never be them
Celebrated rapper celebrating killing our kin
Never been
Never been I a sucker to a green paper
Cause, I'll get it for my fam
I'm a motherfuckin' Raider
Not a motherfuckin' traitor
I am still not a player
But, I get fucked on the daily
By the president and mayor
By the taxes that I pay up
Now whenever I get sick
I find it cheaper just to update
My will then pay a bill
I got friends with three degrees and
They as bad off as me
Because of student loans
They got worser credit than me yeah
While the US dollar be steady devaluing
I don't know what that says to
Y'all but that's slavery to me goodnight!
Make some noise one time
Give it up for me please, (As we welcome)
Put your hands in the air
(One of the world's greatest)
If you know what's good for you
(For the people, by the people
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout)
You want to shake it like you just don't care
(If you don't, you need to catch up)
Would you please, clap your hands
(So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls)
Now get up on your feet
(Being the fine low frequencies)
I beg of you to get up and dance (Welcome)
It's such a crazy kick ass beat (Bam-bu)
Ahhh this the start of my departure
The time bomb on the martyr
From parkas, dickies and a Starter
To 50 pound body armor
Then trying to wipe off the karma
Before I have me a daughter
And living in hopes of making my
Son proud of his papa
I'm looking back at my raps
Regretting only 'bout half
But never regret the intent to
Get my people on track
Self Entitled was idealistic but I was young
And I ain't really start to get it
Until I became a Native Gun
And fuck if that ain't fall apart like
All the shit in my life
From mom and dad's nightly fights
To choosing a wrong wife
And for the first time in my life
A bunch of shit going right
Then credit reports and overdraft charges
Turn down the lights
Put up a light if you feel me homie
Pull out an ArmaLite when they finally get me
Still screaming bars and make sure
My change stay sharp
Pass rifles out to families
Let's see who starves yeah
Give it up for me please, (is my main man)
Put your hands in the air
(I want you to reach up like
You trying to touch God
You know what I'm talkin' bout?)
If you know what's good for you
You want to shake it like you just don't care
(We got that good good)
Would you please, clap your hands
(Clap it up one time)
Now get up on your feet (Stand uptippy toe)
I beg of you to get up and dance
It's such a crazy kick ass beat (yeah)
Very rarely do the poor
Get opportunities like this
To speak in front of thousands of
Kids and they listen and shit aye!
I run into 'em at the seafood city
Catch me at the Jolly B
And tell me that they find a
Little pride in what I speak
I just tell 'em I'm the same
My mama still ride the bus
My uncle's still smoking stuff
My credit's still fucked up
That's the beginning of ground work
Building on that face to face
And not just on that Facebook
Organizing on a Twitter page
Aye, I'm the same
I speak that shit when I'm on stage
But, if you knew me you would
Know that I organize in LA
Cause, I do recognize that music
Ain't no genuine change
Merely a way to raise the way
You thought the game got played
To get you thinking 'bout shit critically
Stop listening and build
Don't just grab a picket sign
When that next boy killed
It goes beyond the conscious rap song
And I'm out in the field rapping cool
But words never break bones, you feel? Uh ha
Give it up for me please
(Make some noise y'all)
Put your hands in the air
(Nobody move, nobody get hurt ya heard?)
If you know what's good for you
You want to shake it like you just don't care
(Bounce, bounce)
Would you please, clap your hands
(Clap it, huh) now get up on your feet
(E'rybody) i beg of you to get up and dance
It's such a crazy kick ass beat (Uh, uh)
Very rarely do the poor get opportu-
Oh, I said that but shit
That shit is real and only
My people will get that
So why the fuck in all of
Marx's beard would I waste this
Opportunity to speak against what
Keep us this way? Money, money over people
I could never be them
Celebrated rapper celebrating killing our kin
Never been
Never been I a sucker to a green paper
Cause, I'll get it for my fam
I'm a motherfuckin' Raider
Not a motherfuckin' traitor
I am still not a player
But, I get fucked on the daily
By the president and mayor
By the taxes that I pay up
Now whenever I get sick
I find it cheaper just to update
My will then pay a bill
I got friends with three degrees and
They as bad off as me
Because of student loans
They got worser credit than me yeah
While the US dollar be steady devaluing
I don't know what that says to
Y'all but that's slavery to me goodnight!