Bambu - Out The Gate lyrics
[Bambu - Out The Gate lyrics]
"Feeling is gone and I must
Get it backright away"
They call us "gooks", "chinks", "beaners"
"niggers" threw in the word "bitch"
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 bitches and money
And face down, ass up
That's the way, running man
Right over the murder rap
Kill a nigga, shoot a nigga
Young Bam' was loving that
(Rat-a tat, rat-a tat)
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?
"Nigga", "bitch", "ho"
Just a word like "injustice"
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 shit to me
So fuck those words my revolver turns
And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me
They call us, "gook", "chink", "nigga"
"spic"
"Rag head", "beaner", "faggot", "bitch"
"Nip", "kike", "ho", "A rab"
"Jap", "moolie", "haji", "wet back"
So I need to hit that rewind button
Listen to that old shit
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 moms or
Playing with at your friend's crib
Trade Nintendo cartridges
Nah, we own records like
"Fuck 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 ass
Tell our people to Get Free
And spread that cash
Spread that cash not spread that ass stupid
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 (you nigga)
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
Prolly 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
Fuck up and do something right
Get it backright away"
They call us "gooks", "chinks", "beaners"
"niggers" threw in the word "bitch"
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 bitches and money
And face down, ass up
That's the way, running man
Right over the murder rap
Kill a nigga, shoot a nigga
Young Bam' was loving that
(Rat-a tat, rat-a tat)
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?
"Nigga", "bitch", "ho"
Just a word like "injustice"
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 shit to me
So fuck those words my revolver turns
And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me
They call us, "gook", "chink", "nigga"
"spic"
"Rag head", "beaner", "faggot", "bitch"
"Nip", "kike", "ho", "A rab"
"Jap", "moolie", "haji", "wet back"
So I need to hit that rewind button
Listen to that old shit
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 moms or
Playing with at your friend's crib
Trade Nintendo cartridges
Nah, we own records like
"Fuck 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 ass
Tell our people to Get Free
And spread that cash
Spread that cash not spread that ass stupid
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 (you nigga)
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
Prolly 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
Fuck up and do something right