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bambu - th eshit lyrics

“it’s the sh-t”

[verse one: bambu]
this is unemployment rap music
get used to it
go rob a bank to it
foreclose your house to it
you see it coming wanting sh-t you could do about it
and like a train wreck, instead of running
y’all just crowd around it
and talk about it like y’all ain’t a part of it
like all this 99% talk is f-cking foreign
i’m from l.a. where our gangs run everything
sh-t could get resolved if the cops stopped meddling
a reckoning is coming you could put that on my hood
f-ck the count holmes
i measure bullets by the foot
soul -ss-ssins, sick jacken, big bam’ baarratt
i better hear pistols popping, where my sister’s at?
she can’t hold a pistol, tell her, “keep walking”
somebody who gon’ teach my kids how to fire a rocket
while you out making a radio hit
homie i make this and “it’s the sh-t”

[scratch hook]
“be ready from the get go, blaow, y’all hear my sh-t go” – outkast ‘ain’t no thang’
“it’s the sh-t”
“swift with the sh-t like bullet’s trajectory” – gang starr ‘brainstorm’
“it’s the sh-t”
“be ready from the get go, blaow, y’all hear my sh-t go” – outkast ‘ain’t no thang’
“it’s the sh-t”
“the sh-t that i’m saying make sure it’s heard” – ice cube ‘ghetto bird’
“it’s the sh-t”

[verse two: sick jacken]
they call it number two
dookie
it’s what you put into pookie
light it up and inhale that sh-t
get your motherf-cking psycho on, sell that sh-t
but keep money in a shoe box so you bail out quick
pimp, a bit of hood advice, given by the big homie
he told me always put a rubber over your cannoli
you’re gonna have a drink, never have it by your lonely
and if you’re gonna rep, make sure it’s your side only
uh huh
cause hood hoppers end up jimmy hoffas
yep, good coppers all [?] papa
sh-t
pop rappers all cyndi laupers
we drop sh-t, even constipation can’t stop us
yeah, it’s that chicano and penoi rap
all that other bullsh-t, you can just avoid that
raw sound waves now turn into a noise trap
that’s why i can’t wait for big duke to get his voice back

[scratch hook]

[verse three: bambu]
this is come-across-the-border music
and start looting
tear down a wall to it
or cut a fence to it
undoc-mented students?
this government is stupid
to think that chickens ain’t home like, “f-ck houston”
this execution shooting, line ’em up and drop ’em
mexicans/el salvadorians let’s get it poppin’
central south america and out in cuba too
“my boricua tieno’s” ready to bust a move
in begantas with a gas mask on
and black hoodies
rest in power trayvon
i remember suckas in high school days
getting punked in the quad, afraid to catch a fade
then they graduate and join the l.a.p.d
then i see ’em in the street…(hahaha)
me and knowledge just laugh blowing smoke out the whip
can’t turn the music down pig “it’s the sh-t”

“n-ggas still trippin’ off the sh-t i said last year” – ice cube ‘get off my d-ck and tell your b-tch to come here’

- bambu lyrics

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