Goodie Mob - Frontline lyrics
[Goodie Mob - Frontline lyrics]
Live from the frontline
Peep the signs of the time
Anarchy, confusion, still lootin'
Still shootin' police abusin'
Still no solution to the problem
Gang bangers killin' toddlers
Chiraq a warzone, every day the same song
Even in a pandemic, niggas still bullshittin'
Can't stop what's written
They burned down Wendy's
They martyring criminals, shit get pathetic
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
Understand the master plan
Times is short, walk on water
Raised in the stixx, holy man
Pennies and quarters
We shuffle, we tyrants, the devil man
The youngins, they killers
They martyrs, they shooters, the trash man
Smoke bombs, fireworks, truck full of bodies
Race war party, live from the frontline
Rubber bullets flying, corona in the air
Give a fuck about dying
Live from the frontline
Military artillery, I'ma keep mine
The government lying, live from the frontline
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
You ain’t on my level, I got my dirty shovel
Will he stop? Never
Shots at the devil, get ya hair beveled
I’m a good fella, on the front line
It was by design
They wanna take mine, and try to break lines
Walk with a soldier to the frontline
Gas in the air will make a brother choke
Poison in the smoke, 12 throwing at ya folk
No joke on the way to see Hope
Let’s go burn this motherfucker
Down to the floor
Let 'em know T-Mo doing it from the frontline
Picket signs, all-out, take mines
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
I oughta be a owner watching my
Team play from the skybox
One ice cube in my cognac in my socks
Red phone ringing
Need assist for the old man
The one with the gold teeth
Not the all gold man
I ain’t been to war in ten summers
But, I can still put a
Sparrow right between your numbers
And there's an affiliated flag on the play
He said, "let me do it Unk?" Ok
A bag on the way now David Banner told me
"'Lo keep your hands clean" while you at it
Keep your shirt and your pants clean
'Cause further on up the ladder where
We need ya face card
Say less, pay for it with your race card
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem
Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline
We live from the frontline