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Flags (Accapella - Clean)

Naughty By Nature16 Nov 2010

Lirik Flags (Accapella - Clean)

Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad

Cold on the streets, they bang so we got to bang back

So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, thorougly

That's all we have

 

Father if you still listening

we hope our prayers make it up to heaven

If we fall then we're not forgotten don't

let our lil' brothers end up like we did

 

Let them grow up and get a job

Don't let them grow up behind bars, trying to be hard

Oh, Father can you swiffen my feet

Repping the wrong colour on the wrong street with no heat

Rocking hickies and truckers, bandannas my brothers

My haters or lovers we still got each other

We twist our hands up and pull our pants up

Walk this way throw your flag and your setup

 

Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad

 

Cold on the streets, they bang so we got to bang back

So I rep my hood, my city, my borough

my family thorougly

That's all we have

 

You gotta cook the beef or you don't eat

That's why we fly our flags

 

I heard you mob and you're moody, you jacking for jewellery

You banging and beasting with your tats and your toolies

Banging for bounty you're too young for the nineties

Are you dumping with the G-Reps or jumping in the county

Shooting by the roof and scraping is what's happening

Niggas real and bout it so Gun Onomatopoeia and they cracking

If you going out tonight get your pistol and your rifle

Pray to the father and sell your soul to the cycle

You coming nigga, listen no bouncing and no bitching

Cooking by the kitchen, flags and finger flipping

Living without growing, killing without blowing

This gang is a gun it's either given or chosen

Trying to get the trigger strapped, trying to get these niggas back

Worst part of the deal it won't help bring our nigga back

Tell your babies that you love her

kiss your mama before you leave her

Hug her like you need her

cause it might be the last time you might see her

 

Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad

 

Cold on the streets, they bang so we got to bang back

So I rep my hood, my city, my borough

my family thorougly

That's all we have

 

You gotta cook the beef or you don't eat

That's why we fly our flags

The streets are so slick, they're greasy

as the needy feed the needy

Easy to murder if you're hungry or greedy

gang sets in grafitti

I mean, we mean like Eeedie, I mean

I mean I finna a track a treaty

Take my warrants to Tahiti

 

Throw up your flags like soccer, nothing but war on TV

R.I.P Appachi up in heaven in a platinum TP

Aggressive is the message, No lessons without the effort

Bang bang live by the gun, dye by the gun, it's a flag thing

 

Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad

 

Cold on the streets, they bang so we got to bang back

So I rep my hood, my city, my borough

my family thorougly

That's all we have

You gotta cook the beef or you don't eat

That's why we fly our flags

 

Mama don't cry for me, Papa don't feel bad

 

Cold on the streets, they bang so we got to bang back

So I rep my hood, my city, my borough

my family thorougly

 

That's all we have

 

You gotta cook the beef or you don't eat

That's why we fly our flags

Flags - Naughty By Nature

 

 

 

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