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brand nubian - pass the gat lyrics

aiyyo
gimme a gat i’m ’bout to smoke this motherf-cker!
gimme a gat i’m ’bout to smoke this motherf-cker!

p-ss me the gat, p-ss me the gat, i gotta fight back
i ain’t rollin’ over on my motherf-ckin’ back
p-ss me the gat, p-ss me the gat, i gotta fight back
i ain’t rollin’ over on my motherf-ckin’ back
p-ss me the gat, p-ss me the gat, i gotta fight back
i ain’t rollin’ over on my motherf-ckin’ back
p-ss me the gat, p-ss me the gat, i gotta fight back
i ain’t rollin’ over on my motherf-ckin’ back

i need seven brothers ready to roll, i mean some real sh-t
brothers ready to bust, bust again and again
sn-tch the chains off the door my man, this is a stick-up
i ain’t bring no funds, just came to sn-tch the guns
check it, brothers spread throughout the whole d-mn store
don’t leave nothin’, don’t leave a witness
this black man is armed, another man’s alarmed
this is the next vietnam, set it off in the north

my moms is down with it, pops is committed
something’s got to give, i’m like a powder keg
ready to stick a bank, drivin’ a high-powered tank
newsflash, brand nubian, takin’ fifty hostages
take ’em in the bas-m-nt, feed the punks sausages
(yo if i don’t get ’em)
[incomprehensible] twinkies from hostess
shoot the f-got in the back for actin’ like that

from new york, in the east, i’m the black man police
i called the cops for a beef that i had, but they didn’t do
a f-ckin’ thing, tellin’ me to tone down
as if they was a father gettin’ red in the face
and they threatened me with mace, so check it out
(hey!)
so now i’m the wise guy but they ain’t tryin’ to bend
that’s why i’m here to pretend

aiyyo p-ss the f-ckin’ gat!
gimme a gat i’m ’bout to smoke this motherf-cker!

p-ss me the gat, and just like that, i squeeze
like a man possessed from the old west
see i rest in rule, keep a tool close
you don’t want be the learner that my burner makes toast
’cause today’s mathematics is uzi does it
i got the automatic stashed in the attic
and it’s an emphatic now cipher
if you think you take the life of me without a fight

huh, i clean my gun with a rip rod
here comes the god who don’t eat pig lard
lord j a motherf-ckin’ m a r
never p-ssive, the crew grows m-ssive
we get wreck with the tech, blow your mind with nine
plus we got the shotty for your body
rodney king ain’t this god-ly king
before i take a whippin’, i’ll dump a f-ckin’ clip in

the police, who give us no peace, to be deceased
i’ll have a feast, as i commence to slay the beast
so my advice to black men, stay strapped
aiyyo aiyyo yo, p-ss that

p-ss me the gat, p-ss me the gat, i gotta stay strapped
i ain’t rollin’ over on my motherf-ckin’ back
p-ss me the gat, p-ss me the gat, i gotta stay strapped
i ain’t rollin’ over on my motherf-ckin’ back
p-ss me the gat, p-ss me the gat, i gotta stay strapped
i ain’t rollin’ over on my motherf-ckin’ back
p-ss me the gat, p-ss me the gat, i gotta stay strapped
i ain’t rollin’ over on my motherf-ckin’ back

- brand nubian lyrics

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