Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Field Nigga Boogie, artist - Paris. Album song Sonic Jihad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Field Nigga Boogie |
Take it back to the days when we raised us up |
'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt |
P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain |
Puttin’wood on they ass can’t stand the rain |
And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch |
In a no spin-zone fuck a scanadalous bitch |
It’s the return of the Bush Killa back to bust |
Just us for the justice, In God We Trust |
I rush truth to the youth — and shine the light |
Take the red pill, open up ya eyes to life |
In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles |
See us overthrow the hold of this devil control |
And roll deep — (keep it underground for the streets) |
I’m the last cell — (hit em outta bounds, retreat) |
We like ants in this war dance, if one falls |
Ten more’s in his place to advance the cause, it’s all |
Raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
It’s the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Do you want the raw shit? |
HELL YEAH |
Everybody Sayin' |
That’s the Bomb -(what?) That’s the Bomb |
Gotta have the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Comin’with the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Do you need the raw shit? |
HELL YEAH |
Everybody Sayin' |
That’s the Bomb -(come on) That’s the Bomb |
I bust a shot and these pigs all dash like renta cops |
These punk ass devils’ll never stop |
Fuck 'em all, I draw, they fall |
Bitch, I was raw, ballin’back in the days of «yes y’alls» |
Gotta make a fuss, nigga bust an’ride |
See it in my eyes, speak truth or die |
Amerikkka’s the motherfuckin’beast and I’m |
Still the same, nigga snatchin’sheets for mine |
Back on the map, and we fade to black |
Fuck rap, see us pickin’off pigs with straps |
And bust on they compound, take control |
Of the precinct, leave 'em all stank an’cold |
It’s no justice no motherfuckin’peace, say it No justice no motherfuckin’peace, believe |
Long as niggas gettin’beat by these pigs we shoot |
Outta coupes — fuck peace and the boys in blue, we do the |
Raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
It’s the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Do you want the raw shit? |
HELL YEAH |
Everybody Sayin' |
That’s the Bomb -(what?) That’s the Bomb |
Gotta have the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Comin’with the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Do you need the raw shit? |
HELL YEAH |
Everybody Sayin' |
That’s the Bomb -(come on) That’s the Bomb |
To protect and to serve is a myth to us They protect they shit and serve sticks to us Fuck a waterhose nigga, those days is thru |
All a pig’s gotta do nowadays is shoot |
But who police the police when they |
Beat brothers to the ground like — everyday |
What I’m sayin', what if niggas start shootin''em back? |
Spit caps outta gats 'till the beast collapse? |
With an eye for an eye, ain’t no time to play |
With an eye for an eye — it’s the Amerikkkan way |
Do it big see the jig split wigs of foes |
Bust shots at these pigs — nigga dig the flow and |
Hear us all say «power to the people» combined |
Hold court in the streets 'till these pigs comply |
Niggas got no choice but to ride or die |
Put this beast on it’s back — genocide’s the plight, we bring the |
Raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
It’s the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Do you want the raw shit? |
HELL YEAH |
Everybody Sayin' |
That’s the Bomb -(what?) That’s the Bomb |
Gotta have the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Comin’with the raw shit |
HELL YEAH |
Do you need the raw shit? |
HELL YEAH |
Everybody Sayin' |
That’s the Bomb -(come on) That’s the Bomb |
Unless ya wanna live on your knees, throw down (4x) |