Bambu - Pull It Back lyrics

Wala kayong pag asa dito pare turn around
Keep walkin' get off the block
Who you lookin' at?

Brown skin Southeast Asian kids
With a problem
200, 300 -shoot, that's a lot of em
Ready for the metal pellets
Killed off Magellan's descendants
Fuck the police yeah the funny accent
Said it, let it, get it
To the point where police
And the 'hoods clash

Give Los Angeles in April 1992 relapse
We can dance right here on
Avalon in the flatlands
I don't give a fuck about a
Badge I got quick hands

Take it out to Oakland smile mouth open


Gold grillin' chillin, '
All fitted on some broke shit

Roll with the revolution
Take back your block, boy
Block boys, put away your tools
And drop the rock, boys

Opd, sfpd, lapd, nypd
Hit 'em with a bunch of little
Punches from the gun and
Get 'em running until there ain't no more PD

Oh, it's the Philippines
Hang the flag upside down
Militia full of sisters and brothers
Don't make that sound

Walk through the jungle
It's the struggle for true
Put your gat in my lap
Let me load it for you

And pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Let it brrat, brrat
And pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Let it brrat, brrat

San Francisco stand up throw up the 415
Grab your 'banas and the clappers
Homie take it outside

Right there at the 'cific Center
Right over the market street
Slam those Vans on the hard concrete

Let the world know we doing this
For all of our kids
Keep it movin out of 'frisco
Right over the Bay bridge
Right through the O
We can roll 'til our legs break
Yeah, we broke yeah, we pissed
We do crime all day

Grab your corner liquor store
Get us ready for war
Water jugs for the soldiers
All the food for the poor

I have sworn to defend my
Countrymen 'til I'm gone
So I walk like a rebel
While my blood still warm

To Luzon and Mindanao visayas say it loud
From New York to New Jerus to
My Pinoys in the South
Get down with la causa
Pull the lama out your trousers

All you need is a target
I can show you how to

Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Let it brrat, brrat!
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Let it brrat, brrat, brrat!

Yeah, it's me on the solo tip
Don't get it twist though
Kiwi might just up pop out the back with a 44

Write that ticket, pig
Be damned if I pay that shit
I'll be in LA while in the
Court with a pink slip

You a local PD I got CIA to worry 'bout
They came knockin' on my door
Like I'm 'posed to be scared now
(Pshh) Better read my file twice
Before you walk up
Decorated government defector light
Your ass up

Philippines, let us get our country from her
GMA put her whole in a hole in the dirt
Where my comrades work for the
Dollar bills that you made
Little girls you turn away like
There ain't a sex trade

Brrat, brrat! Pasay City let me
Hear you one time i see enemy creepin on us
I sneak up from behind

And pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Let it brrat, brrat!
And pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Pull it back (Squeeze the trigger)
Let it brrat, brrat, brrat!

And burn the flag (Burn the flag)
And burn the flag (Burn the flag)
Burn the flag (Burn the flag)
Burn the flag (Burn the flag)
And burn the flag (Burn the flag)
And burn the flag (Burn the flag)
Burn the flag (Burn the flag)
Burn the flag (Burn the flag)