Bambu, Snayk Eyez - Militant Greetings, Bobby lyrics
[Bambu, Snayk Eyez - Militant Greetings, Bobby lyrics]
Beatrock brrrt
Yo
I make the type of shit they
Play on every single corner
Here in Southern California
Where they fired Chris Dorner
Born and raised to pull a ski
Mask and revolver out a duffle
Gas compression on the muzzle 'case
A mark wanna struggle (bang)
Criminal when laws protect the
Rich and harm ours
They been livin' so grand while
The rest of ours starve
Full charge like guerrillas pushing
Peace on the mountainside
Sound like graduation when they
Let them caps fly (bang)
Tired of compromise tired of losing lives
I don't advocate it
But, I support the people's right to
Feel so backed against the wall
That popping off is all that's left
'cause we don't know what life is like
To feel like bucking's all that's left, bet
Just is just the drummer give me four more
Cubicles and traffic jams is not
What we were born for tour more
Just to get to word out to my people
Soon as that record touch that needle
Somebody tell somebody to get
Bodies in the building
Somebody's gonna have to be a
Witness to the killing
Somebody tell somebody to get
Bodies in the place
Somebody tell that bouncer to
Get outta my face
(Scratching: Snayk-Eyez) fuck out the way
Peace to militants
Greeting from me and my kasamas
And peace those who got you
When the others didn't bother
Peace to baby mommas who don't
Ever break the code and fuck a deadbeat dad
You fucking up the mold
Cold when I get up on
That stage and throw down
And when I start my verses you
Might never hear a sound
'cause every ear stuck on every
Words from Big Buck
Walking down Canal with a super big gun
Go ahead and stop me go ahead and frisk me
Go ahead and test me see if I don't get busy
Billy club packing NYPD get rushed
Same for LAPD don't ever say what's up
What's up is I'm a menace from
The southern part of Cali
Used to cruise to Laurel Canyon
Valley in a Caddy
Kick it just to get the word out to my people
Soon as that record hit the needle
Somebody tell somebody to get
Bodies in the building
Somebody's gonna have to be a
Witness to the killing
Somebody tell somebody to get
Bodies in the place
Somebody tell that bouncer to
Get outta my face
(Scratching: Snayk-Eyez) fuck out the way
Yo
I make the type of shit they
Play on every single corner
Here in Southern California
Where they fired Chris Dorner
Born and raised to pull a ski
Mask and revolver out a duffle
Gas compression on the muzzle 'case
A mark wanna struggle (bang)
Criminal when laws protect the
Rich and harm ours
They been livin' so grand while
The rest of ours starve
Full charge like guerrillas pushing
Peace on the mountainside
Sound like graduation when they
Let them caps fly (bang)
Tired of compromise tired of losing lives
I don't advocate it
But, I support the people's right to
Feel so backed against the wall
That popping off is all that's left
'cause we don't know what life is like
To feel like bucking's all that's left, bet
Just is just the drummer give me four more
Cubicles and traffic jams is not
What we were born for tour more
Just to get to word out to my people
Soon as that record touch that needle
Somebody tell somebody to get
Bodies in the building
Somebody's gonna have to be a
Witness to the killing
Somebody tell somebody to get
Bodies in the place
Somebody tell that bouncer to
Get outta my face
(Scratching: Snayk-Eyez) fuck out the way
Peace to militants
Greeting from me and my kasamas
And peace those who got you
When the others didn't bother
Peace to baby mommas who don't
Ever break the code and fuck a deadbeat dad
You fucking up the mold
Cold when I get up on
That stage and throw down
And when I start my verses you
Might never hear a sound
'cause every ear stuck on every
Words from Big Buck
Walking down Canal with a super big gun
Go ahead and stop me go ahead and frisk me
Go ahead and test me see if I don't get busy
Billy club packing NYPD get rushed
Same for LAPD don't ever say what's up
What's up is I'm a menace from
The southern part of Cali
Used to cruise to Laurel Canyon
Valley in a Caddy
Kick it just to get the word out to my people
Soon as that record hit the needle
Somebody tell somebody to get
Bodies in the building
Somebody's gonna have to be a
Witness to the killing
Somebody tell somebody to get
Bodies in the place
Somebody tell that bouncer to
Get outta my face
(Scratching: Snayk-Eyez) fuck out the way