Bambú - Th Esh** lyrics

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Bambú - Th Esh** lyrics

"It's the sh**" [Verse One: Bambu] This is unemployment rap music Get used to it Go rob a bank to it Foreclose your house to it You see it coming wanting sh** you could do about it And like a train wreck, instead of running Y'all just crowd around it And talk about it like y'all ain't a part of it Like all this 99% talk is f**ing foreign I'm from L.A. where our gangs run everything sh** could get resolved if the cops stopped meddling A reckoning is coming you could put that on my hood f** the count holmes I measure bullets by the foot Soul Assa**ins, Sick Jacken, Big Bam' baarratt I better hear pistols popping, where my sister's at? She can't hold a pistol, tell her, "keep walking" Somebody who gon' teach my kids how to fire a rocket While you out making a radio hit Homie I make this and "it's the sh**" [Scratch Hook] "Be ready from the get go, blaow, y'all hear my sh** go" - Outkast 'Ain't No Thang' "It's the sh**" "Swift with the sh** like bullet's trajectory" - Gang Starr 'Brainstorm' "It's the sh**" "Be ready from the get go, blaow, y'all hear my sh** go" - Outkast 'Ain't No Thang' "It's the sh**" "The sh** that I'm saying make sure it's heard" - Ice Cube 'Ghetto Bird' "It's the sh**" [Verse Two: Sick Jacken] They call it number two Dookie It's what you put into Pookie Light it up and inhale that sh** Get your motherf**ing psycho on, sell that sh** But keep money in a shoe box so you bail out quick Pimp, a bit of hood advice, given by the big homie He told me always put a rubber over your cannoli You're gonna have a drink, never have it by your lonely And if you're gonna rep, make sure it's your side only Uh huh Cause hood hoppers end up Jimmy Hoffas Yep, good coppers all [?] papa sh** Pop rappers all Cyndi Laupers We drop sh**, even constipation can't stop us Yeah, it's that chicano and Penoi rap All that other bullsh**, you can just avoid that Raw sound waves now turn into a noise trap That's why I can't wait for Big Duke to get his voice back [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Bambu] This is come-across-the-border music And start looting Tear down a wall to it Or cut a fence to it Undocumented students? This government is stupid To think that chickens ain't home like, "f** Houston" This execution shooting, line 'em up and drop 'em Mexicans/El Salvadorians let's get it poppin' Central South America and out in Cuba too "My boricua tieno's" ready to bust a move In Begantas with a gas mask on And black hoodies Rest In Power Trayvon I remember s**as in high school days Getting punked in the quad, afraid to catch a fade Then they graduate and join the L.A.P.D Then I see 'em in the street...(hahaha) Me and Knowledge just laugh blowing smoke out the whip Can't turn the music down pig "It's the sh**" "n***as still trippin' off the sh** I said last year" - Ice Cube 'Get Off My Dick And Tell Your b**h To Come Here'