Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flags, artist - Naughty By Nature. Album song Flags, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Illtown
Song language: English
Flags |
Mama don’t cry for me, |
Papa don’t feel bad, |
cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back. |
But I got my hood, my city, my brothers, family thats all I had yeaah ohoohoh |
yeah |
(youuu) |
Father if ur still listening we hope our prayers make it up to heaven and if we |
fall we are not forgotten don’t let our little brothers end up like we did |
let em grow up and get a job don’t let em grow up behind bars trying be hard |
old father can u swiffen my feet (swiffen his feet) repin the wrong couler on |
the wrong street with no heat |
rockin pickies and truckers, bandanas my brothers my haters or lovers we still |
got each other |
we twist our hands up and pull our pants up walk this way flow ur flag and ur |
setup |
mamma don’t cry for me pappa don’t feel bad cold on the streets better gotta |
keep my bang till the bang back |
But we got our hood, our city, our brothers, family thats all we had u gotta |
cook beef or u don’t eat and thats why we fly our flags |
I heard ur mob and ur moody u jagin for jewlery u bangin and beastin with ur |
tats and ur toolies bangin for bounty ur to young for the ninties r u duppin |
with the g reps or jumpin in the county shootin by the roofin scrapin is wats |
happenin niggas wieldin baters sawwoombrra and the kraken if u goin out tonight |
get ur pistol and ur rifle pray to the father and sell ur soul to the cycle u |
comin nigga listen no bouncin and no bitchen cookin by the kitchen flags and |
finger flipen liven without growin killen without blowin this gang is a gun its |
either given or chosen tryin to get the triger straped tryin to get these |
niggas back worst part of the deal it wont help bring our nigger back tell ur |
babies that u love them kiss ur mamma before u leave her hug her like u need |
her case its the last time u see her |
Mama don’t cry for me, |
Papa don’t feel bad, |
cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back. |
But we got our hood, our city, our brothers, family thats all we had u gotta |
cook beef or u don’t eat and thats why we fly our flags |
these street are so slick there breezy as an eaighty feed the needy easy to |
murder if u hungry or greedy yes thats in grafity I mean we mean like eedy I |
mean I mean I feed the track a treedy and take my warrents to tahiti flow ur |
flags like soccer nothin but war on tv rp and patsy up in heavin in a platinum |
tipi agressive is the message no lessons wothout the effin bang bang |