Bambu - Monsters lyrics

[Bambu - Monsters lyrics]

Ready to go night night?

Yeah daddy

Okay, soooo what would you call a person
That has so much money and
Lives in a giant castle? And this
Person, makes all this money
He has all these things that
He doesn't need and
The way he gets it is by hurting
People? Even though people might die, um
People could get
Separated from their mommies and daddiesum
That person doesn't
Care as long as that person, um
Is making a lot of money
That person doesn't mind hurting
People what would you call
That kind of person?



They're monsters daddy

I can't tell lies to ya baby
The boogie monster is alive
He dances to the sound of
Money falling from the sky
The sound's so loud he can't
Hear the party calling
It don't stop and ah, it don't stop
So loud he can't hear all
Of my Day One's calling
It don't stop and ah, it don't stop
So loud I bet they hear it when ah
They all mobbing
It's don't stop and ah, it don't stop, na na
It don't stop, uh uh, it don't
Stop, uh uh, it don't stop, uh uh
It don't stop good night

A transmission from the planet Earth
When we block out the sun by
Putting gases in the atmosphere
Southsider till I'm plant food
Long as I lived around these
Lame ass rap busters, it's that dude
The dude who looked the boogie
Man square in the eye
Bought the lie and sold it back and
I'll be read' until I die
Can set his art up in Manila
Calli and Ralliestas we gon’
Make you all remember
It's the anti boogie man
Killer of the greedy man
Sinner I don't give a fuck the
Bible is a fucking sham
Only thing that's real is that I rep mine
You front like you Christ like I
Nail you to a stop sign
It don't stop and uh, it don't stop
Perdoname madre por mi vida loca
The music that'll sooth ya like
Indian flutes to cobras
Let me see ya hands, high
And not behind ya back
And not on top ya head and
As a matter of fact
The laws are different where you stay
So study up cause they can buddy up
And fuck you up for just being associated
With the type of stereotypes they're trained
To put in the prison
So a private company can make
Some money off a system
Buying prisons up, filing through a tax loop
Loot all of these bailed out companies
Making more loot and more loot

Daddy come back you're tripping again

Okay I'm back

Return like I never left
A veteran who dying in the hospital
My last breath
Tell the audience I said they are
The person that I am
The rapper that could rap a
Circle around a mini man
Your poppa like, "Damn"
Your brother like, "yeah"
Your sister like, "Word?"
Your mama like, "Bam!"
That old man from that
Smoggy shrouded flat lands
Adopted by Echo Park and good
Back in the motherland i'm all city
Raised my son where it's hard edge
In the hood so I don't
Raise a little shit head
I know I'm on the cot
Lounging through my break time
Just to stitch you bums up like
I embroidered my fucking rhymes
You fucking right check under my babies bed
Here Kahlil, hold this deuce deuce aim to the

To the head?

Bet Dre would give back every dime from beats
To hear the beating heart of his
Second son in a heartbeat

It don't stop and uh, it don't stop na na x4

Good night daddy

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