Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring That Slap Back, artist - Paris. Album song Pistol Politics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk Recordings and Filmworks
Song language: English
Bring That Slap Back |
Bringin' you back what you miss in hip hop |
Hard Truth Sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier Radio |
You are tuned to the voice of armed self defense, broadcasting in the year of |
fire! |
Back with that program |
Fog city, no wack flows, no ham |
Bring it back to the prose of the black man |
Black hat, black strap, black fist in a black SS |
We crush all when we throw down |
Fuck a throne, nigga, watch what we on now |
Bring it home so the whole world know how |
With no singin', no bling, just the real when we do our thing |
See, I come from the land where the panthers mob |
(One) glance and you know from the stance what’s up |
(We) advance programs that’ll stand us up |
And finance grants so the fans come up |
Any fool with a view too could see what’s happenin' |
When hard truth bring the whole movement back in |
Where youth get the truth that the schools is lackin' |
And rhymes from the front line to see what’s crackin', goin' |
Psycho, alpha, disco, let’s go |
Take this thing back, straight from Frisco |
Bring that slap back, bring that slap back |
Bring that slap back, bring that slap back |
Psycho, alpha, disco, let’s go |
Take this thing back, straight from Frisco |
Bring that slap back, bring that slap back |
Bring that slap back, bing that slap back |
Hot damn hoe, here it go again |
Back up on the set to let this niggas know what is |
Back up on the set to keep it honest for the kids |
Back to show the way to stay alive and out the prison |
Fuck what you claim, this is game for real (yup) |
We just, need to rise and build |
And bring back pride that we used to have |
It’s Hard Truth comin' from the Sons of Malcolm |
It’s time to meet the guer-rillas |
The soldiers, the leaders and the pro hittas (pro hittas) |
And motherfuckas gonna feel us |
This time or gonna be some blood spillin' |
That’s how it is, how it was, how it do, how it does |
How we do, payin' dues, never lose, never run |
Steady gunnin' fuck a pig, nigga do your thang |
And let 'em know it’s on again… all power to the people |
Psycho, alpha, disco, let’s go |
Take this thing back, straight from Frisco |
Bring that slap back, bring that slap back |
Bring that slap back, bring that slap back |
Psycho, alpha, disco, let’s go |
Take this thing back, straight from Frisco |
Bring that slap back, bring that slap back |
Bring that slap back, bing that slap back |
Steady spittin', get the picture comin' through in the clutch |
Gettin' witcha heavy hittin' nigga givin' it up (givin' it up) |
Puttin' hands on these off brands, undefeated |
Hard to beat, nigga, balls deep, please believe it |
A beast when I bring the noise |
Ain’t nothin but a choice, and we choose to voice |
How we steady makin' men from boys |
Make em understand what the government’s plan is for us |
Show em how to thrive and survive the streets |
To compete, how to eat, from these real OGs |
When to walk away and when to reach |
And show 'em how to mean what they say and to say what they mean |
Little locs soak the game up, claim they life |
They awoke from the shame and the pain and lies |
Ain’t no jokes, we control the way we defined |
Let’s see who wanna test it, tr |
Mothafucka, we united |