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Paris - Field Nigga Boogie lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin' wood on they ass can't stand the rain And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch In a no spin-zone fuck a scanadalous bitch It's the return of the Bush Killa back to bust Just us for the justice, In God We Trust I rush truth to the youth - and shine the light Take the red pill, open up ya eyes to life In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles See us overthrow the hold of this devil control And roll deep - (keep it underground for the streets) I'm the last cell - (hit em outta bounds, retreat) We like ants in this war dance, if one falls Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all Raw shit HELL YEAH It's the raw shit HELL YEAH Do you want the raw shit? HELL YEAH Everybody Sayin' That's the Bomb -(what?) That's the Bomb Gotta have the raw shit HELL YEAH Comin' with the raw shit HELL YEAH Do you need the raw shit? HELL YEAH Everybody Sayin' That's the Bomb -(come on) That's the Bomb I bust a shot and these pigs all dash like renta cops These punk ass devils'll never stop Fuck 'em all, I draw, they fall Bitch, I was raw, ballin' back in the days of “yes y'alls? Gotta make a fuss, nigga bust an' ride See it in my eyes, speak truth or die Amerikkka's the motherfuckin' beast and I'm Still the same, nigga snatchin' sheets for mine Back on the map, and we fade to black Fuck rap, see us pickin' off pigs with straps And bust on they compound, take control Of the precinct, leave 'em all stank an' cold It's no justice no motherfuckin' peace, say it No justice no motherfuckin' peace, believe Long as niggas gettin' beat by these pigs we shoot Outta coupes - fuck peace and the boys in blue, we do the Raw shit HELL YEAH It's the raw shit HELL YEAH Do you want the raw shit? HELL YEAH Everybody Sayin' That's the Bomb -(what?) That's the Bomb Gotta have the raw shit HELL YEAH Comin' with the raw shit HELL YEAH Do you need the raw shit? HELL YEAH Everybody Sayin' That's the Bomb -(come on) That's the Bomb To protect and to serve is a myth to us They protect they shit and serve sticks to us Fuck a waterhose nigga, those days is thru All a pig's gotta do nowadays is shoot But who police the police when they Beat brothers to the ground like - everyday What I'm sayin', what if niggas start shootin' 'em back? Spit caps outta gats 'till the beast collapse? With an eye for an eye, ain't no time to play With an eye for an eye - it's the Amerikkkan way Do it big see the jig split wigs of foes Bust shots at these pigs - nigga dig the flow and Hear us all say “power to the people? combined Hold court in the streets 'till these pigs comply Niggas got no choice but to ride or die Put this beast on it's back - genocide's the plight, we bring the Raw shit HELL YEAH It's the raw shit HELL YEAH Do you want the raw shit? HELL YEAH Everybody Sayin' That's the Bomb -(what?) That's the Bomb Gotta have the raw shit HELL YEAH Comin' with the raw shit HELL YEAH Do you need the raw shit? HELL YEAH Everybody Sayin' That's the Bomb -(come on) That's the Bomb Unless ya wanna live on your knees, throw down (4x) |
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