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poetik suspekt - samoan chant lyrics

[intro]
“this is what was gonna happen to ’em all night”
chyeahhhh+hooooo! chyeah! chyeah! chyeah!
ya+hooooooo! yeah! ahhh+hoooo!
yeeeeah+hooo! chyeah+hooo!
[?] in samoa
“why did they do it in the island?”
“this is a warrior chant, man!” “a warrior chant, baby!”
“we’re scarin’ away all the enemies, you know?
scare ’em away, scare away the enemy, man? chyeeeah+hoo!”
“that’s the samoan chant, that was the samoan chant”
yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah+hoo! yeah! hoooooo!
woooooow! wooooo!
“that’s the samoan chant” (yeahhh+hooooo!)
six+eighty+five
“that’s the samoan chant” (yeahhh+hooooo!)
check, check, yo, check, check, yo

[verse 1: poetik]
step up in the club, [?] like james brown
haters better stay up out my way or lay down
poet on the mic, uso, get it right
spittin’ game so tight, i could straighten out a dyk+
i really buy shoes, i’m known to tick nikes
roll a bag of loud up and take flight, that’s the polynesian airlines
keep runnin’ your trap or get your dome cracked, polynesian hairline
stop tryna see me, you goin’ cross+eyed
hit a wall, cry right before the rocks fly
get your duck on, vailima sippin’ got my buzz on
my cousin [?] the [?], [?]
fresh from apia, we hamos out here
known up in the ghetto like social welfare
everywhere i go, six+eighty+five reppin’
ski past your block like we pass the rock

[chorus]
“samoan chant” (yeahhh+hooooo!)
“that’s the samoan chant” (yeahhh+hooooo, hooo, hooo!)
“that’s the samoan chant” (yeahhh+hooooo!)
“that’s the samoan chant” (yeahhh+hooooo, hooo, hooo!)
poetik, what up? yeah

[verse 2: slo mo]
now if the uce in the club, you know i’m comin’ to pick up
throw this o to me, yo, i’m finna hit a l!ck up
i don’t socialize outside my lines
i’m 24/7 to grind out my mind
i’m cut from the same cloth now, come on
mixed with a healthy twist of al capone
years ahead of the rest when i make my claim
motherf+ckers better mention my name, it’s like this
when i first drop, homie, it was one man game (uh)
[?], ’cause i been about game (right)
in between raisin’ funds and dope runs
from the very top to droppin’ them old funds
i’m ash, like [?] holdin’ a staff
gotta load the door key, and i’m on the war path
6+8+’lima to the 6+8+5
[?], whippin’ it out, make your b+tch say “ahh”

[chorus]
“samoan chant” (yeahhh+hooooo!)
“that’s the samoan chant” (yeahhh+hooooo, hooo, hooo!)
yeah, yeah

[verse 3: biggs]
who that mother’ on the rise?
it’s them boys reppin’ 6+8+5
we worldwide, ready to rock, whippin’ game like rainin’
it ain’t no job, goin’ out and gettin’ it
this is authentic, [?] with the uso poetik
don’t y’all forget it, this is all real
we the top to put samoa up in your grill
as the week goes, [?] all [?]
please put it down for the proud usos
in the south pacific throttle up in your face
north to the east to the south and the west
samoa take over, far from sober
sippin’ vailima and we pressin’ marijuana
it’s goin’ down in the s+y+d
[?] samoa ’til i rest in peace

[verse 4: j+slang]
sling back at it, keep it crackin’ like chiropractics
just a minor adjustment, ain’t the one to f+ck with
dirty deliveries, yo, i keeps it southern
gots the flow in the parkin’ lot, an illegal substance
we hustlin’ up on my grizzle, hot boy sizzle
i see you from my third eye range with my peripheral
visualizin’ a vision of higher power i summon
maneuver with this spirit, we culturally uplifted
implement my war cry, and i’m a savage on the mic
my voice for the people, we all right
it’s poly love, [?], poly pride
from the rock of polynesia [?], to worldwide
do this for the millions and millions
stay woke with the movement while sleepin’ with the minions
i scream from the gut, outstanding with the flows and such
so if you get me, then boo rush

[verse 5: zeek uc]
be yourself, don’t fake the funk
no backin’ down, my uce, my pops ain’t raised a punk
black out in the back house blazin’ skunk
toast it to 6+8+5, bro, raise your cup
full hamo but they thinkin’ we afakasi
probably ’cause we look good, not c+cky
just feelin’ myself like i pop molly
only thing in my system bob marley
me, mr. parker, on+point archers
connect the rest of the best to go farther
used to pimp tricks like harlem globetrotters
if they wanna test the flow, we go harder
too hot to handle, somebody pour water
do it for the fam, no fame for the honour
rep our forefathers from [?] author
crops and [?], we grow smarter
some of the illest out of the section really reppin’
nicholas cage with a pen in the page, gone in 60 seconds
reckon any pedestrian, when you got dope on deck, many get envious
zeek, cold edition

[verse 6: poetik]
right on, 6+8+5
since an uce got on this other gate, no debate
stay real, never fake, now who want the funk?
i might pop the trunk, ghetto persona
that’s how i was raised, let the parker write your hook, flow and in my [?]
shout out to my pops, that’s the king of the hill
trey dawg, baby, keep it real for the ville
sapelu on my side, never blunt though i blunt it
holdin’ it down with my bloods and my cousins
’cause everyone say uso for life
i’ll be d+mned if i don’t rep apia right
then bang hard, like a samoan is known to
vailima king on the scene, we coastal
the hamofied funk dock rocks the spot
usos worldwide, connect the dots

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