Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flashback, artist - Foreign Beggars. Album song 2 2 Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Foreign Beggars Live
Song language: English
Flashback |
Let’s begin now |
Ready? |
Foreign beggars |
What we’re gonna do here is go back |
I was just a young buck, growing all quick |
Catch a flashback, we were living that shit |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
I was just a young buck, growing all quick |
Catch a flashback, we were living that shit |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
(Dipping and diving) |
I grew up on a council plot |
Ain’t have a lot, but my jam was kotch |
Me and my older bro, cuz, madre, and my pops |
We had to dial a box, watch the top of the pots |
These polaroid flicks of your boy will make you double clock |
A troubled flop, the old folk, they used to fuss a lot |
The more time I felt, the belt or the knuckle drop |
Papa was a old school head, he had a temper on him |
Grandma told 'em go call feds, she went December on him |
Nineteen eighty-five, that was the big freeze |
Ice skating on road at minus six degrees |
Frozen to my toe in the snow, on my way to gospel |
Oprah, I was hoping to go, felt like a blizzard, G |
Grinning as the springtime peaks, she brought the summer back |
Running home hoping to catch the end of Thundercats |
My cuzzy, he done his grit in the streets |
I seen him a fresh banger every night of the week, that shit was peak |
I was just a young buck, growing all quick |
Catch a flashback, we were living that shit |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
I was just a young buck, growing all quick |
Catch a flashback, we were living that shit |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
(Dipping and diving) |
Used to rock a black bandana back in testament |
Napalm Death cassette tearing the school up |
Gon' face death, suffocation, or biohazard |
Pantera, new Nirvana, I was alive in ninety-nine |
and a CD that wasn’t parking shots |
Twenty kids up in the gym, drinking that concord |
Murder Was The Case tape playing up in the yew hall |
Hiding off the street from police, hitting that new poll |
Road dropped the saw night four, that was that graffitism |
with MTN, call me for smashing Britain (Bigger) |
BDS ATG fuel or kilo |
Classics on my feet, hard stepping to |
the swerve |
Ice cool (It's) |
Big up, Skibba, Shabba and Funsta |
I was just a young buck, growing all quick |
Catch a flashback, we were living that shit |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
I was just a young buck, growing all quick |
Catch a flashback, we were living that shit |
(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving) |
(Dipping and diving) |
Yes, yes |
Oh my gosh |